My sister’s little bean has spurred lots of conversations that I was hoping to put off for awhile. Way off. But Greta is quite inquisitive. Here’s just one recent conversation we had. In the shower. Together. Mistake numero uno.
Me: (getting a bit uncomfortable so I turn her around and start to shampoo her hair)
Greta: Did I come out of your belly or your pachina?
Me: It’s VA-gina. And yes, that’s where you came out of.
Greta: Why can’t boys have babies in their bellies?
Me: (turning her around once again this time to condition her hair) Because they don’t have uteruses.
Greta: What’s that? Utruss?
Me: Uterus. That’s where the baby grows and lives. That’s where Tati’s little bean is.
Greta: Do girl kids have uteruses? Or just girl adults?
Me: Girl kids have them too, but they’re very small and can’t have a baby in it until they’re grown up.
Greta: Like how grown up?
Me: Like not until you’re married grown up.
Greta: Like 37?
Me: Yes, exactly. Like 37.