A few days ago I took the kids to see Mary, their amazing former nanny, and her 5 day old son.  The kids were virtually bouncing with excitement over seeing Mary, her husband and the new baby.  They were so excited, that I had to warn them that they had to be very careful around Mary since she had a c-section- that meant none of their normal jumping hugs, no tight squeezes, etc.

The kids were fascinated by this notion of a big cut on Mary’s belly and wanted to know if Aunt Red had a big cut on her belly when she had Baby Lala.  I told her that she did.  They mentioned a few other friends who also coincidentally had c-sections as well.  Then Scorch said that he didn’t remember me having a big boo-boo on my belly when the Bean was born.

I froze for a second because I didn’t have to have a c-section when I had my kids.  But I didn’t know if it was easier for them to just think I did or if I wanted to walk down the path that is natural childbirth with them.  Ultimately, I opted for a slightly modified version of the truth.

“Well, I didn’t have a boo-boo on my tummy when I had you guys. Ladies have a special hole down in their private area where babies can be born out of.”

I was very proud of myself for being honest without going into too much detail (something I’ve been guilty of in the past). The kids were quiet for a second, then Scorch spoke up again.

“So wait- ladies poop out babies?! That is so disgusting.  I am so glad I’m a boy.”

I was too busy laughing to correct him before we arrived at Mary’s house- here’s hoping he doesn’t start spreading that rumor around before we get a chance to have another discussion!