Yesterday Cody was finishing his lunch when this conversation occurred, completely catching me by surprise.
cody: Is a baby alive while inside the mom’s tummy?
me: Yup, babies grow bigger and bigger inside their mom’s tummy until they are ready to be born.
cody: How does the egg and the boy stuff, um, sperm turn into a baby?
me: (In previous conversations of this nature I have tried to and successfully been vague. I don’t know why I do this other than it is a delicate topic and I don’t know how much to say. So again I bust out with my question sidestepping techniques.) If everything is just right, the sperm can go into the egg and fertilize it. This starts all sort of activity inside of the egg. The genetic make up from the dad, that came from his sperm, and the genetic material from the mom, in the egg, come together and a baby can start growing.
cody: (Frustration leaks into his words.) But how does the sperm get to the egg?
me: (Ah, well, here it is. A pointedly direct question deserves a direct and clear response. But I try one more time to be vague.) The mom and the dad have sex.
cody: But what is sex?
And so after I take a deep breath, I tell him. I tell him that this is something only adults do with each other and not something kids should ever do. I use anatomically correct language and explain what body part goes where.
cody: (After a brief pause). Wow! That’s kinda cool…and kinda gross too.
me: (Trying not to laugh and at this point grabbing the closest piece of paper to jot this down so I can get his wording just right for my retell to Husband and you, my lovely readers.) Well, yeah, it is pretty cool. It may sound gross to you because you are not an adult yet.
cody: So…how does the sperm get to the egg from the mom’s magina (Man, this kid is very detail oriented, even if he can’t quite get right the correct pronunciation of lady parts!)
I discuss the path the sperm takes to get to the egg and how the conditions need to be just right for the egg to get fertilized by the sperm. I say something along the lines that the mom and dad have to be pretty lucky for all this to happen in order for them to have a baby.
At this point, Carter who has been in the room quietly looking at a Captain Underpants book raises his head and provides his two cents worth.
carter: Momma! That means you got lucky two times!! Because you have two sweet boys.
Yup. So there you have it. I, and I guess under Carter’s definition Husband, got lucky two times.