Here are a couple of new Boobie conversations:
K: I believe in God.
me: Um. OK. Lots of people do.
K: What does God do for people who believe in him?
me: Er. . . nothing, really.
K: Why doesn't he do anything for them?
me: Well, maybe He wants people to help themselves.
K: What does he to do to people who don't believe in him?
me: I think He makes their children ask about Him all the time.
Pause.
K: That's not bad.
She has a point. It definitely beats a plague of locusts.
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L: Mommy, what are you doing?me (busily blogging): I'm working, darling.
L: That's not work!!!
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K: Mommy, how does a baby get into a mommy's tummy?
me (awkwardly): Well, darling, when the mommy and papa love each other the papa gives the mommy some genetic material so she can grow the baby in her tummy.
Blank stare. I suck. I try again.
me: Um, the man gives the woman a piece of himself.
K (always quick to spot the weak point in an argument): Then how does a man cow put a baby cow in a girl cow's tummy? He doesn't have any hands so he can't give her a piece of himself.
me: Great point, darling. Um. . . why don't we circle back on this one in about (glancing at my watch) 5 years?
She's going to be a fun teenager!
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You have your work cut out for you there!
I think you have a great, inquisitive, healthy one on your hands.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was explaining the inticacies of conception, my daughter asked, "Did you have to go to the hospital to do that?"
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