Lukas: Mom, how are babies made?
~I start to freak out but try to maintain an outwardly calm appearance~
Mikah: It's ok Mom. You can tell him because I already know how they are made.
Me: Oh, really? And just how is that? (I felt confident asking this because Mikah will always pretend that he
knows the answer, and will never admit defeat.)
Lukas: How are they made?
Mikah: Well, they are made with extra sugar. You need to have the extra sugar.
~I'm trying not to laugh because, well, he's partially right.~
Me: Um, that's not really how they are made.
Mikah: (laughing a bit self-consiously, but still not admitting defeat) Of course I know that. I was just kidding.
~At this point Lukas starts to cry~
Me: Why on earth are you crying?
Lukas: (wailing) Because everyone knows how babies are made except for me!!!
Me: And the guy sitting next to you. He doesn't know either. (I laugh and the wailing increases.)
There are definitely times that I wish I was raising my kids on a farm. That way they would learn about the facts of life the same way we did... by observation not conversation. It's so much easier on the parents that way.