A voice from the loo calls out.‘ I was in your uterus, mummy.’
I continue washing up.‘You were love.’
‘I have a tiny uterus.’
We’ve had many conversations like this.‘You do love.’
‘Daddy has a..’
Knowing where she’s heading next I intervene to correct.‘No he doesn’t have a uterus, only girls have a uterus. mummy and daddy make a baby together and the baby grows in mummy’s uterus.’
‘What’s make a baby about?’
Feck. Me and my big interrupting mouth
‘Is that an elephant out the window? Right,time to wash hands.’
I continue washing up.‘You were love.’
‘I have a tiny uterus.’
We’ve had many conversations like this.‘You do love.’
‘Daddy has a..’
Knowing where she’s heading next I intervene to correct.‘No he doesn’t have a uterus, only girls have a uterus. mummy and daddy make a baby together and the baby grows in mummy’s uterus.’
‘What’s make a baby about?’
Feck. Me and my big interrupting mouth
‘Is that an elephant out the window? Right,time to wash hands.’
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