As a good, liberated, twenty-first century parent, I am dedicated to being honest with my children. I answer their questions fully, providing just as much information as necessary without telling them more than they need to know.
“Mommy,” he asked again. “How does the baby get in your belly?” The fact that we were returning to this question indicated to me that I had not answered it adequately last month.
“When a daddy and a mommy love each other very much, he puts the baby in her belly.”
“But, Mommy. How does he put the baby in there?”
The answer to this one I am sure I had read in a magazine in some waiting room once upon a time. “The daddy gives the mommy a very special hug,” because really, there is no need to discuss alternative positions with a child who is just turning four.
A persistent child who is just turning four, it would seem. “But, Mommy. How do you do the special hug?” Believe it or not, at this point I was getting a little too flustered to focus on wiping down the counters.
“It’s a special hug only grown-ups know how to do. When you are older, you’ll learn how to do it, too.” Like when you are twenty-five.
How much you wanna bet we’ll be returning to this line of questioning again? Maybe next time he’ll ask his father.