Gavin has always been an inquisitive child. He began asking "why" well before his 2nd birthday, and he never stopped. Normally, his questions are things I can either answer or provide a reasonable guess to. Usually, I can answer, "Why?" with, "Because that's just the way it is." But lately, his questions are becoming increasingly difficult to answer for a variety of reasons.
The other day, in the car, I told Gavin he couldn't put his window down because it was too cold and windy. His response: "Where does wind come from?"
Uh . . . .
"Does it come from the blue clouds or the white clouds?"
Um, well, the blue is the sky. So, I guess it comes from the white clouds. Sounds good to me!
Seriously, how are you supposed to explain wind to a four-year-old?
While discussing babies one day, he asked me, "How do they get the baby out of the mommy's belly?"
Um . . . well, the doctor opens up the mommy's belly and takes the baby out. (Not a lie. Gavin was a c-section baby, so I was telling the truth. I just left out the part that some babies get out of their mommy's belly a different way. Honest omission.)
But, he didn't stop there. . . "How does the doctor open up the mommy's belly?"
Really, you want me to go into detail about this? Because it's pretty gross, kid. So, I'm either going to go with, "Magic!" or "Very carefully!" That works for me.
Clearly, Gavin wasn't satisfied with my answer to the question because the next day, he informed me of exactly how he got out of my belly:
"The doctor didn't take me out of your belly, Momma. You downloaded me off of the computer, and then I came in a box. You opened the box and since I didn't have a mommy, you got to be my mommy."
Okay, I'll buy that. Works for me! Awkward and uncomfortable questions averted.
Or at least for the next hour.
The things we leave behind.
15 hours ago