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Birds, Bees, And Chickens

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This morning over their shredded wheat (without milk) the twinkies asked how they “got in your belly when we were babies.” Their Sunday school teacher is pregnant, so they’ve had a lot of questions lately about babies.

Two weeks ago Reese spent almost an entire Sunday afternoon with a balloon under his shirt. He was pregnant too. Excellent.

Since I am a pretty awesome mom my standard answer to this kind of question is “Daddy put you there.” I know this does not clarify anything for them, but at least it gets me off the hook.

Today Jackson had another idea. He told me a story about going into the forest and getting egg which was then put in my belly.  (Reese wanted to know if I ate them. I assured him that I did not) Not terribly far from the truth. He also asked when the egg “cracked.” I told him that it was not that kind of egg.

He looked at me like I had a chicken on my forehead.

Then he told me that the egg did crack. Reese cracked first and then he cracked, four weeks later.

I told him it was only half an hour later.

He looked at me like I was speaking in clucks.

So there it is. No stork, no daddy, no hospital. Just me in a forest planting eggs in my belly and then cracking out twin boys. Four weeks apart.

The next time some stranger asks me about fertility treatments I am telling them that story.


About Twinisms

I am the mother of two sets of twins that are ten years apart. Each of them has moments where they say and do hilarious, frustrating, and crazy things.I counter that by also doing borderline crazy things. It's a good time.

2 responses »

  1. Or pregnancy in general…give them THAT one…


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