More Perfect

wherein i attempt to do all the things that women are supposed to do and generally make myself miserable in the process

Monday, November 24, 2008

Naked as the Day You Were Born

Milo: What is the baby in your belly wearing?

Me: She's naked.

Milo: (aghast) NAKED?

Me: Yes.

Milo: She's NAKED?

Me: Yes.

Milo: Why is she naked?

Me: Because everyone is naked when they're born. You were naked.

Milo: But now, when I wake up from a nap, I have clothes on.

Me: That's true. But when you were born you were naked.

Milo: (Peering into my belly button) Can I see her?

Me: (Thinking he probably just wants to check that she really is naked.) Not yet. You'll see her pretty soon, though. And then we'll put some clothes on her.

Milo: How is she going to get out?

Me: There's a way. I'll tell you when you're older.

Milo: Okay.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Digestive System, As Explained to a Three Year Old

Milo: I drink the water and it goes into my belly, and then where does it go next?

Me: It gets sent to different parts of your body, and then you pee it out.

Milo: [stunned silence]

Me: Really.

Milo: You PEE IT OUT?

Me: Yes.

Milo: I want to go pee right now and see the water come out.

Me: Well it's just going to look like pee. It won't look like water.

Milo: You drink the water and then you pee it out.

Me: Yes.

Milo: And you pee out snack too.

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