KK waddles into the bathroom, pushing a stroller with three babies in it. In her arms, a fourth baby. Tucked under her shirt, a ball... her fifth baby.
KK: I have lots of babies.
Mommy: Yes, you do. You must be busy.
KK: Yeah. I busy.
Mommy: Do your babies let you sleep at night?
KK: Yep. I just give them lots of nummies (breastmilk) and they sleep good.
Mommy: How old are your babies?
KK: One of them are 1. One of them are 2. One of them are 3. And one of them are 5.
Mommy: Wow, you're a busy mommy.
KK: Yep, and them just keep coming. I just keep growing more babies in my tummy. I not know how they get there. And then they fall out and I have another baby!
.... Uh oh... I guess I've got some explaining to do...
And yet my daughter still gets confused and thinks that all babies come from "airplanes." ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, I SO don't want to explain where babies come from. Can I put this off as long as possible???
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