So at Parent/Teacher conferences, Diana’s teacher told us that they would be sending home a booklet telling kids “how babies are born.” I told her that Diana was already pretty well aware of the ways a baby can get _out_, but that we hadn’t really explained how the baby got in. This weekend at dinner, while looking at her new dinosaur book, she asked what a “mating display” was. Ugh, it seemed like the right moment to have “the talk.” She took it rather well, and I tried to be casual and medical, yet found myself wandering down long paths of metaphors before trailing off. Then tonight at dinner, it came up again after a discussion about whether two girls who got married could have babies at the same time. I reminded her about what was necessary to make a baby dinosaur, and Diana asked if they “did that for real?” I said yes. There was a pregnant pause, then she said, “did you do it?” Little stinker.
