The Birds and the Bees

With preschool approaching, we've started to weave certain topics into our interactions with the kiddos. One: no one touches your private parts, which are the areas covered by your swimsuit. Two: only talk to people you don't know if a mommy is nearby. But I didn't think I'd have to add three: where babies come from.

But repeatedly over the last two weeks, I've been asked directly, always by Sis, "Mommy, how did you make me?"

Um. Well. Let's see.

"Mama and I made you. At the doctor's office."

"Why?"

"Because we wanted children."

"Why?"

Um. Well. Let's see.

"Because we thought it would be fun. And we love you."

Same question about Bud.

Then, later, "Mommy, how did you make the cats?"

Easy. "We got them from the rescue people."

Then, "Mommy, how did you make Real Shirt?"

And so, at OSV this weekend, we showed her a loom and told her about weaving fabric and sewing. And she beamed from ear to ear as she hugged Shirt close and sniffed him hard.

At least we didn't need visuals for question number one.