Me- "What does being a girl have to do with having scars?
Big- "Well don't you have a scar like this?" (Pointing to his open heart scar)
Me- "No, mommy didn't have heart surgery like you did, why would I have a scar like that?"
Big- "I thought all mommies had them. Didn't you get one when they cut you open to get the babies out"
Me- shit shit shit. . . "No, mommy didn't have surgery to have her babies."
Big- "Well, how did they get out of your belly?"
Me- I make some sort of not coheisive ramble about a hole a mommy pees from and a hole that babies come from. It doesn't make a ton of sense to me, so I'm not sure how much sense it made to him.
This is where I really wish that I had a camera on me at all times. His face as he tried to digest this was a mixture of the "I just smelled something nasty" face and the "What planet am I on" face with lots of head shaking in between (to get the images out of his head no doubt).
I am too tired to deal with this, so when we get home, I ask him if there is anything else he would like to ask me and he says no (surely he's gotten his TMI quota for the day) and I lamely tell him that it's a hard thing for a little boy to understand. He'll understand it more when he is older.
I hate 7.