We expected to have some follow-up questions regarding the whole Birds and Bees discussion, but I got a question I GUARANTEE none of you, dear readers, have had to face.
Medium is only six years old, but it just didn’t make any sense to explain, um, stuff to Large but not to Medium. At least we know if WE explain to Medium, he’s getting all the correct information, as opposed to hearing it second hand from his big brother. Given that his maturity level is at least two years behind his brother's, it’s not really surprising that he may have already forgotten some of what he’s been told. Furthermore, his little six-year-old logic isn’t necessarily registering all the facts he has received.
Last weekend, he was busy making a
mess craft out of paper, scissors, and
yarn. (This is the child who got
his very own tape dispenser for his birthday last year, and was excited about
it.) He was making a dinosaur
necklace. Everyone should have
one; it’s the fashion accessory of the season. It was all perfectly innocuous, until . . .
Medium: Mom, how did dinosaurs have babies?
Me: Uhhhh . . . (insert nervous laughter here, a la Beavis and Butthead.)
Medium: Did they go to the doctor to have their babies out?
Me: Remember what Daddy told you? They laid eggs from their vaginas.
At least I’m assuming that’s how it happened. Last time I watched Dinosaur Train, there was no Tiny Visits the Gynecologistosaurus episode.
Medium: How did the eggs get in their bellies?
Me: The same way human babies get in their mommies’ bellies.
Medium: (whispering, with a startled look on his face) You mean they put their vaginas and wieners together?
Me: Um. I guess. I wasn’t there.
Seriously? Now we’re fielding questions about Dinosaur S-E-X? I just know he’s going to ask me how they put their naughty parts together, and I’m going to have to show him barnyard porn on the world wide internets.