Seriously, already?!

It all started in January. All of a sudden being four mean't realizing other things around her. Questions upon questions. Then it happened. It was horrible. I did not know what to do, how to act, what to say? I was shocked, appalled and for once lost for words. Those six words I dreaded finally reared their ugly heads. 

"Mommy, where do babies come from?"

When I became a mother I promised myself I would never come up with foofy nicknames for things. It is called a vagina, not a flower. Now the fact that I still have not corrected Cassidy's way of saying vagina, doesn't mean she doesn't know what that word means. She just calls it a bahgina. I mean, come on, BAHgina?! How freaking hilarious is that?! I know I should correct her, but for once I am being completely selfish and enjoying the mispronunciation. Kind of like scissors, she says zissors. I make her repeat it on a daily basis just for my pure entertainment. Anyways, vaginas and penises. We all have one or the other and my opinion is each kid should know the correct term for it. I think I would be totally freaked out if my kid came up to me and said she did a good job wiping her Twinkie...good bye Twinkies, you will never be consumed again.

Anyways, I had to deal with this question. Where do babies come from. Think Samantha, think. These are the ideas I came up with:

1) A stork! yes, perfect. A bird came and dropped the kids off to the parents. Wait, she knows I am petrified of birds and I feel like this may lead to an epidemic of her searching the skies for birds carrying kids. Okay, next...

2) Magic! You just move a magic wand and poof you have a baby. Well, this is some what correct, there is a magic wand, or stick. I got the magic stick...

3) The truth. Okay fine kid. You are four, you can totally handle the truth. Kids come from inside their mommies. Sometimes mommy's have their belly cut open and the doctor pulls out the baby OR sometimes they came out of mommy's vagina. Either way it is the most excruciating pain in the world. And the blood, good god there is a lot of blood. It is gross and icky, and birthing people is a lot of hard work. 

"Hey Cass, want a lollipop?"

"Sure!"

Crisis averted.