A Conversation to Remember

This morning as we were pulling out of the driveway for the seven minute drive to school, I waved to a woman I know who drove past us.

Number 3 asked who it was, and I told him it was Tom and Jerry’s (name have been changed) mom.

“Who are Tom and Jerry?” he asked.

“They are the twins on your bus who are in Number 4’s grade,” I answered.

This led to a question about twins.

Which led to more questions about twins.

I made the mistake of trying to explain this in the five remaining minutes we had until we got to the school parking lot.

Once I had established the fraternal and identical difference, the questions continued.

Inevitably  the “Where do the babies come out of?” questioned was asked.

I know I had this conversation before with Number 3.

Apparently he blocked it out.

“Babies come out of a hole in your privates,” I said.

“GROSS! Babies come out of your BUTT?” he asked.

“No, girls have a hole in their privates that boys don’t have,” I (re)explained.

“YEAH! YOUR VAGINA! GIRLS HAVE A VAGINA! BABIES COME OUT OF YOUR VAGINA!!!” yelled Number 4.

She set a new record for loudest repetition of the word vagina in the shortest period of time in the car.

And she apparently had not blocked out that conversation I had with them.

She wasn’t done though.

“Yeah. Boys can’t have babies. Unless you’re a seahorse. Did you know that male seahorses give birth to their babies?”

“No, Number 4, I didn’t know that,” I answered.

Number 3 was still a few sentences behind us. Everything is a competition with him.

“Oh yeah? Well I have something YOU don’t have. I have a PENIS,”  he declared triumphantly.

“And…

A SAC.”

And with that,

they exited the car and headed into school.

Happy Friday, Everyone 🙂

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