Where Don’t Babies Come From
byMy youngest has realised something it took me years to understand – kids are basically little $hits.
My youngest has realised something it took me years to understand – kids are basically little $hits.
Bee glanced towards the kitchen where her sister had gone to take a call, leaving her with three inquisitive little munchkins. This really felt like the conversation was bordering on the sorts of themes parents prefer to tackle themselves…
Fresh debate has erupted this week on breakfast telly over men in the delivery ward – whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing to have the big lump of spunk there.
When it comes to chatting about birth with women who are eight months pregnant, the best idea is to shut up and listen.
Our neighbour’s kids are always demanding she shows them where they came out of her tummy. She shows them because she had C-sections.
Thankfully our kids don’t ask Tracey because we didn’t.
“Call your mum,” said Tracey, “but don’t tell her I’m in labour. I don’t want to jinx it again. Just invite her up for a coffee.”
At 4.30am.