HOW DID I GET OUT?

While driving to pick up Malia this afternoon, Aidan struck up a conversation in the car:

A: “Mommy, uh, when I was a baby in your belly and it was time for me to get out of your belly did they cut your tummy open to let me out?”

Me: “No…wait…why are you asking me this? Did someone talk about babies today?”

A: “I’m just asking. I want to know.”

Me: “Oh….”

A: “Well, did they cut your belly to take me out?”

Me: “No, buddy, they didn’t.”

A: “Well, then how did I get out?!”

…….there was a long (and I mean long) and awkward pause…….and it wasn’t just because I was sitting at a red light trying to make a right turn……….

Seriously, I am NOT ready to have this conversation. Not on a Monday. Not while I’m driving. And, not with my six year old son. I admire his curiosity and how clever he can be. But, I just can’t have this conversation right now. I bought myself some time because I told him that we would have this discussion at home once Adam (a.k.a. Daddy) got home. Aidan seemed a bit disappointed because he wanted “to talk NOW.”

Thank goodness he hasn’t remembered the convo…and that reminds me, I need to tell Adam what was even discussed!