The Birds and The Bees (part one)

valerie -- September 19th, 2009

I made pancakes for dinner last night, always a crowd pleaser on a Friday night. Well, almost always. Sitting at the dinner table Maia and Elise were enjoying the bounty but Stella was refusing to eat them. What? I wondered out loud where Stella had come from…my daughter not eating pancakes?

After looking at her, I had to acknowledge that I did indeed know where Stella came from. Then Maia pipes up, “Mom, where did I come from?”

What to do? My mind raced as I wondered how much I should tell her, should I start the where babies come from subject? Should I brush it off? I blurted out in a moment of frivolity “Oh Maia, you came from the pumpkin patch!”

She looked at me. And looked at me again. “Mom, you’re being silly. I came from the living room!”