The Blonde Bombshell is almost as preoccupied with 'another baby' as I am.
She keeps coming out with random little comments: on the way to Kindy, in the bath, at the dinner table. I am not constantly talking about having another child, although if she brings the topic up, I am happy to discuss it with her. But only briefly, as her sense of time at the age of 4 is completely non-existent and I don't want to spend the next 9 (or 12 or 15) months listening to 'is the baby coming today?'. She talked about being a baby 'last week', most things happened 'yesterday' (including Christmas), and 'next week' when she is 18 she will be 'painting her hair red like Mummy's'. You see my point?
So last night on the way to the bath, as she was dancing around in her knickers with a wand in one hand and doll in the other I had to laugh when she stopped suddenly and faced me.
'When I was a baby I growed in your tummy, didn't I?' she asked.
'Yes, when you were a baby you grew in my tummy,' I said, thinking she's a tad too young for a biology lesson comparing the stomach and the uterus.
'And then I came out your mouth,' she told me.
I paused for a second weighing up my options. What was worse: allowing her to think that babies were born via the mouth, or trying to explain which orifice they actually did come out (or in my case, needing to be sliced open and having the baby pulled out).
In the end, the conversation was cut short by the timely arrival of husband, and I breathed a sigh of relief. However I realise that it is inevitable that she will mention it again, and not only will we need to discuss how the baby gets out of Mummy's tummy... but also how it got in there!