For the past couple of weeks, I’d been dealing with P more or less on my own 24/7 as he had chicken pox and then his dad went off for a week long trip to India. As a result, I faced a barrage of questions from a variety of topics – one that is preying on his mind, with couple of friends ready to give birth to their second children are details of his own birth.
Foolish me: There you are baby in mummy’s tummy.
P: How did I get there? Did you eat me?
Me: …..
P: How did I come out then?
Me: !!!
P: Did the doctor cut your tummy out to get me?
Me: (Relieved) yeah!
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P: Can I have a sock to make a snake?
Me: WHAT? (I have major snako-phobia)
P: Don’t worry mummy, it is a toy snake it will not bite you.
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P: Where does umachi (God) live?
Me: In Heaven.
P: Oh? With God and Angel Gabriel?
Ahh the joys of a catholic school education!!
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P: Where is Heaven, mummy?
Me: Up in the sky, above the stars,….
P: Is it over Earth? Do the other planets have their own Heavens?
(P’s rather keen on astronomy)
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P: I do not like to eat tomatoes.
Me: Why not? They are good for you.
P: Eating tomatoes will make me turn red. Antony said.
Reminds me of the Green Giant sweetcorn ad!
Ha! HA! I have the c-sec scar to answer the where did i come from question… i still dont know how to answer the how did i get in there bit!