I’m not sure how to approach the subject of where babies come from. After all, Q is only three; he’s a long way from asking me about the birds and the bees. *Gulp* I hope.
Nonetheless, I did end up having a pseudo conversation about just that subject with nine year old neighbor boy. I doubt I did it correctly, but then again, how do you have that conversation with a kid who isn’t your own. I didn’t want to step on his parents’ toes.
As we were outside playing, the neighbor boy, Q, and I, Neighbor Boy asks me, “Are you divorced?”
“No, I have never been married.”
“Well, where did Quinten come from?”
Uuuuuh….. “What do you mean?”
“Well where did he come from if you were never married?”
Oh boy. How do you explain that?? So I asked, “Well, how much do you know about where babies come from?”
Wild, boy giggles of embarrassment ensue. “Well…I know,” he says and then lowers his voice to a whisper, “…but I don’t want to tell you.”
So I explained that Q’s dad and I used to be boyfriend and girlfriend and we loved each other and we lived together and eventually I got pregnant.
He looks at me shyly, and whispers so quietly I almost didn’t hear, “…because you had sex.”
Seems like someone’s already had this talk with him. All I said was that Q’s dad and I were together for a long time and then had a baby together and now we’re apart.
He dropped the conversation after Q started pretend shooting him a Nerf gun and ran off in the other direction.
WHEW! I can’t WAIT to tackle that same conversation with Q – yikes!!