For the last 6 months or so the Big Missy had been asking more and more questions about where babies came from, usually at inopportune times or when her little sister was in earshot, so it was never the right time to go into details.
Earlier this year her school was running a “Where Did I Come From” evening so I booked us in to that, but Miss 8 vetoed that loudly and told me she didn’t want to know. So we didn’t go.
It was a circuitous route to explaining the facts of life. She wanted to know if the operation I had to stop me having babies hurt, and then moved onto details about what the operation involved and that lead to ovaries, eggs, fallopian tubes and clips.
And then came “but exactly how does a lady and a man make a baby?”
I kept it simple: “A man puts his penis into a lady’s vagina and stuff comes out of the penis and meets up with the egg and that turns into a baby”.
*Cue much giggling from Miss 8* (Which is better than the horrified reaction I was expecting.)
“So if you have clips on the inside the stuff has nowhere to go and it just falls out of your vagina?”
Then she moved onto how years ago when she was 3 or 4 she came up with the explanation of the dad telling the mum a special story and that’s how the baby got into her tummy. I’m not sure how that explanation came about but we ran with it for a bit as it was age appropriate at the time. No weirder than a stalk bringing a baby or finding it under a cabbage patch, right?
Then the Big Missy went on to tell me that she used to get one of her boy soft toys to tell her a story in the night so that she could get a baby in her tummy!
*cue much giggling from the mummy*