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Last night in bed we took a mighty leap forward in DD's understanding of where she came from and how she was made.
DD: Without girls you can't have boys.
Me: Right.
DD: And without boys you can't have girls.
Me: Right.
DD: Wait, why can't you have girls without boys?
Me: Because you need a boy and a girl to make a baby.
DD: But you didn't have a husband. You made me in the hospital.
Me: I got the boy's seed from the hospital. Some men give their seed to the hospital for woman who don't have husbands.
DD (with a big soppy smile): I'm glad you did it that way. (She means, I'm glad I've got you all to myself and I don't have to share you with anyone.)
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Me: The pigeons have laid two eggs on my windowsill.
DD: Ugh! Can't you just push them over the edge or something?
As it happens, the eggs have gone. I woke up the day after posting about the pigeons and there they were - gone!. I think I scared the birds away when I opened the window to take that final photo (the one above that after taking it I promised not to disturb them again). *sigh* *guilt* *100 sorries*. But I have no idea where the eggs went. I can't imagine that the birds could move them successfully from a third storey ledge. *mores sighs* *more guilt* *Wonders if DD has supernatural powers*.
Someone wrote in the comments that baby chicks are blogging gold so I'd be adequately compensated for the inconvenience of a nest on my windowsill. LOL, But actually I was quite into the idea by that time. Oh well, you know what they say - don't count your eggs....
As with all things fertility, it's not in our hands.
Last night in bed we took a mighty leap forward in DD's understanding of where she came from and how she was made.
DD: Without girls you can't have boys.
Me: Right.
DD: And without boys you can't have girls.
Me: Right.
DD: Wait, why can't you have girls without boys?
Me: Because you need a boy and a girl to make a baby.
DD: But you didn't have a husband. You made me in the hospital.
Me: I got the boy's seed from the hospital. Some men give their seed to the hospital for woman who don't have husbands.
DD (with a big soppy smile): I'm glad you did it that way. (She means, I'm glad I've got you all to myself and I don't have to share you with anyone.)
Me: The pigeons have laid two eggs on my windowsill.
DD: Ugh! Can't you just push them over the edge or something?
As it happens, the eggs have gone. I woke up the day after posting about the pigeons and there they were - gone!. I think I scared the birds away when I opened the window to take that final photo (the one above that after taking it I promised not to disturb them again). *sigh* *guilt* *100 sorries*. But I have no idea where the eggs went. I can't imagine that the birds could move them successfully from a third storey ledge. *mores sighs* *more guilt* *Wonders if DD has supernatural powers*.
Someone wrote in the comments that baby chicks are blogging gold so I'd be adequately compensated for the inconvenience of a nest on my windowsill. LOL, But actually I was quite into the idea by that time. Oh well, you know what they say - don't count your eggs....
As with all things fertility, it's not in our hands.
Cute!! I love it that kids that age always see things in relation to themselves and their needs. Btw, don't go near the pigeons or their nest - and get rid. They are full of tiny pin-head like fleas that infest everything in your house, including your body too. Honestly. Your shirt sleeve only needs to slightly touch the area and you're done for. So it's good that they're gone and hopefully it was indeed super-naturally....
ReplyDeleteOoh thanks Sherrie, I didn't know that. I'll clean it all up asap.
DeleteAhh shame about the eggs, at least you can clean the windowsill and put up your spike thingys now. I love DD's comment, kids are so honest. Mich x
ReplyDeleteI intend to do the spike thingies as soon as we get back. Unless we have more eggs that is.
DeleteWe have been discussing similar things, brought on by discussions at school (lessons rather than other children). The big circle of life, sometimes it works and out and sometimes (like the pigeons don't) baby pigeons are one of life's great mysteries. What do they look like? why don't we ever see them? this was my opportunity! oh well.
ReplyDeleteI know, I even I was disappointed in the end. But I'm still putting the spikes there as soon as I clean up the ledge.
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