While around the family dinner table last night, enjoying our meat and potatoes, the 6 year old Youngest decides he has something to ask.

Youngest:  Mom – has a baby ever come out of someone’s ass?

Me:  WHAT???   (the surprise in my voice being directed more at his use of the word “ass” than it was at the question itself)

Youngest:  Has a baby ever been born out of someone’s . . . butt?!

Me:  Noooooo.

Youngest:  Not ever?

Me:  No.  Not ever.

Youngest:  Like, never ever in the history of the whole entire world?

Me:  No.  A baby has never been born out of anyone’s butt.  Ever.  In the history of the world.

Then I proceed to gently remind him, in between scoops of meat and potatoes, while The Eldest and The Husband looked on, about the general anatomy of a female.  About how she has the pee place, the poop hole and then the “ver-shina” where the babies come out of.  Not the butt.

Yes, he calls it the “ver-shina”.  I refuse to correct him.  Because it’s basically right, but sounds so much cuter.  In fact I’ve started calling it that myself.  Yes, I’m probably doing him a great dis-service, but he’s mine so I get to make the calls.

Dinner continued as usual.  But I did notice a distinct bead of sweat dripping from The Husband’s brow.  Almost as though he had just avoided a near fatal collision.

Note to self:  Review my personal teachings of “Facts of Life for Beginners” with The Youngest again sometime this week.  He clearly wasn’t listening the first time around.