OK, I knew that going back to Guangxi meant there would be tons of questions from Zoe especially – about her birthparents, about her finding place, about the orphanage, about adoption. And sure enough we’ve had those (last night she asked if she was buried in the ground at her finding place, and I was able to reassure her that she was just on top of the ground. Thank goodness she asked – who knew she was worrying about that). But I didn’t expect it to spur the where-do-babies-come-from talk!
I’m not even sure how it happened – we were talking about how she might have gotten to her finding place and she suddenly asked, “How do babies get in the birthmother’s tummy?” And my answer, “They grow there,” just wasn’t going to cut it this time!
Yet another child-rearing moment when I wanted to say, “Wait a minute – let me do a little research on how best to explain it to you. Can you wait a few weeks?!” But they never can wait, can they? So we had to do the whole seed-egg, insert Tab A into Slot B thing, and then she wants to know how Aunt Kim and Uncle Phillip and I got in Mimi’s tummy. Ewwwwww, I really don’t want to think about that! It doesn’t seem to matter how old you are, you still don’t want to think of your parents having S-E-X!
Anyway, we both got through this rite of passage, and I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. All her questions were answered, and I figured I wouldn’t have to go through THAT again for a while! And then on the way to school this morning she starts again, “Does it hurt when the man does that to the lady to make a baby?” Sigh. Here we go again.