12 November 2007
Fireworks and Making Babies
We went to see a local Christmas tree lighting and were showered with fireworks afterward. There was a chill in the air, luckily the littles had snuggly jammies on. I was delighted with how much Azure enjoyed the evening, pointing and squealing at everything she found amusing. Of course, we're always a sight, four little girls in tow. Following the show, we decided to stop for some late night fries. I passed wipes back to the crew to clean hands as we waited in the drive-thru for our oh-so-hot-fries which I love that way (sometimes I make Ryan send them back for piping hot ones, not minding the extra wait--I think I get that from you, dad) As we were waiting, we had a bit of a discussion with our eldest:
Divine: How do you make babies?
Me: (Looking at Ryan) Well, when mommies and daddies love each other, they get together and make a baby. (Hoping this very vague answer would suffice her questioning)
Ryan: A mommy and daddy "connect" and then a baby is made. (Me, getting nervous that we're getting to graphic for our 6 year-old)
Divine: Will you make me a baby?
Me: Oh, Divine, babies are a lot of work. You need to get married first.
Ryan: Divine, are you talking about making babies out of your wipe?
Ryan and I: laughing with great relief
Me: How about some fries?
(Making babies conversation dropped)
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