And So It Begins...

I was not prepared for this conversation tonight:

Carter (5½ yrs): Mom, how does the doctors get the babies out of the mommies tummies?

Me: What?

Carter: You know, how do the babies come out? Does the doctor cut open the mommies stomachs?

Me: Yes, sometimes that's what happens.

Carter: Sometimes then what?

Me: What?

Carter: You said sometimes the doctors cut open mommies tummies. What about the other sometimes?

At this point I'm becoming a little nervous, while my darling husband is snickering quite loudly in the background. Nice. So we continue...

Me: Well, what do you think happens?

Carter: You push it out?

Me: Yes, that's right.

Carter: Push it out, how? Through your mouth?

Me: Well... nooo...

Carter: Like with a knife?

Me: Yes, sometimes doctors have to use doctor tools that are kind of like knives to help get the baby out of a mommy's tummy. That's called a C-section.

At this point Carter thinks for a second and then says, "Mommy, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?"

Bryan and I both share a freak-out glance and then I say, "What's that, honey?"

"A policeman. And a clown."

And finally Carter is back into familiar territory that we know and love. Whew. We dodged that one. Barely.