Yesterday on my way to drop Kasey off at school we had a great conversation it went something like this....
K: Mom, mom, mom, mom, moooommmmmmmyyyyy!
K: When the Dr. cut me out of your belly....
M: The Dr. didn't cut you out of my belly.
K: But when the Dr. cut me out of your belly, he had to glue it back on.
M: But the Dr. didn't cut you out of my belly.
K: Then how did I get out.
M: Well, there's a special hole for babies to come out.
K: Where is it?
M: Near your bottom.
K: Like, like, like Giraffes poop their babies out.
M: They don't poop their babies out.
K: That is so gross!
M: (laughing to myself)
K: Which baby did dad have?
M: Dads don't have babies, only mommies.
K: Oh.... well when I'm older like 44 I will have a baby, but I don't want that cutting part.
M: Most mommies don't have to have the cutting part.
(we pull into the school parking lot)
M: Kasey this is talk for at home with me, not to talk about at school.
K: I won't say a word!