Tuesday, August 23, 2011
The other day I overheard my son out of the blue talking to my husband about babies.
"Dad, I guess when my wife has babies I'll finally find out where babies come out. You know because you go with mommy to the hospital when she has us. So, when my wife goes to the hospital I'll finally know the answer."
Deep down, I think my husband breathed a sigh of relief that our son hadn't asked any questions and just figured out his own answer this time around.
Who cares if he's 25 before he finds his answer? He's fine with waiting.
Yesterday, while driving in the van with my boy and my baby, we were chatting about seating arrangements in the van. I reminded him that when the new baby arrives, he or she will be in the first row with Gianna.
He excitedly asked, 'Then Lily will be in the back with me ALL the time?'
'Yup, all the time. That way the little ones will be closer to me up front.'
He then questioned, 'But when we have another baby what are we going to drive? We won't all fit in here.'
I replied with my new answer (because I've been looking in to this sort of thing), 'Ooohhh....then mommy can get a Swagger Wagon.'
He stopped and thought. Then randomly, 'How old are you?'
I told him and he thought some more.
And then, 'That's A LOT of years before you're forty! You'll still have a lot of chances to have more kids!'
Once again a new pregnancy has brought about a new batch of childhood questions and wonders. It's so fun to hear how their minds work.
And apparently a reference I made once to women being childbearing until age forty has made an indelible mark in my children's memories and they think it's a magical cut-off point.