the hard questions
It was approximately a month ago when I Twittered that, out of the blue, Elijah asked me, “Mommy, before I was a baby and I was really little, how did I get in your tummy?”
We figured “God put you there” was a good enough response and he accepted it without question.
Then, the other day:
“Mommy, when I was in your tummy, was I sitting in your stomach acid?”
Ew much? I was on the phone at the time so I just told him, “no, of course not, it was in a different part of my tummy.” He accepted that without question.
Then last night, I was on the phone with Steve when Elijah posed this question to me:
“Mommy, when I was a baby, how did I get out of your tummy?”
I repeated it to Steve who, after laughing hilariously, said, “tell him the doctor took him out.” So I did and that worked… for about five seconds. Then: “How did the doctor get me out?”
Not getting an answer soon enough for his tastes, he asked, “did he cut you up?”
Elijah was not a c-section delivery, so I hesitate saying “yes” to that question. Not to mention, I don’t want him freaking out (should I ever be pregnant again) that the doctor is going to “cut me up.” Also, he has several friends who’s moms are pregnant so…
I had no choice but to tell him the truth. I thought that would freak him out, too (though not as bad as “cutting up”), but he took it well. Then asked me again about the stomach acid.
It never ends.
Maybe his science class would be better if we were to learn about the body than nature right now? He is certainly very interested in anatomy, besides all this, he’s always asking me what I feel like are pretty off-the-wall questions for a five-year-old about what color the brain is, or rather, brain tissue, as he says. (Don’t ask me where he got “brain tissue” I have no idea!) He asks how the eye works, about bones and what’s inside them, etc. Maybe I need to attend medical school so I can answer all his questions. Or, just let him call up his doctor (see left). Hmmm…
