Go Ask Olivia
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
We were nearly home today when Olivia asked me where babies come from. Hoping to avoid piquing the interest of her older, puberty-addled siblings, who can’t help laughing about anything related to sex – much like pre-schoolers who favor potty humor – I replied simply, “from mommies.”
“No…Mom…Where do they come from?”
“Oh, so she’s after an anatomical response,” I thought. Fantastic. Not a big deal, just far from what I was feeling up to during our mad dash to beat the piano teacher to our house. So I tried “daddies,” hoping for a laugh.
“No, Mom,” Olivia said. “Where do babies come from? Which bird?”
“Bird?” I thought…Okay, “You mean stork?”
“Yeah, stork!” Olivia said before going on to explain the entire process. “They get the egg in the nest. And then when they find the baby [human as opposed to the anticipated immature stork] there, they put it in a basket and take to a home.”
Got it.
For future reference, if you need a refresher on human reproduction, just go ask Olivia.
