There is a question asked by children that can strike fear into the heart of some parents or grandparents.
I would, if pushed, hazard a guess that the dad's out there will fear this question more than the mum's.
D'ya wanna know what it is?
Yes, you've guessed it! It's "Where do babies come from?"
Anyway, that's the question, but that isn't what I wanted to discuss today.
Listen up and I'll tell you why I brought it up.
So, there we were ... waiting for a green light ... at a pedestrian crossing.
A young woman with baby in a pushchair had just pushed the button an was waiting to cross.
My client, a young man with learning difficulties, had up to this point, had been silent. He's not a talker and, when spoken to, produces little more than one word answers. As we waited for the woman and child to cross and the lights to turn back in our favour, I noticed him begin to grin. He was about to give me one of those "Where do babies come from" moments.
"I know how she got her baby" he said as the woman crossed the road.
Oh-oh! I thought. What's he going to come out with now?
I was somewhat shocked and taken aback by his statement and before I could respond I ran through all the possible permutations of how this dialogue would progress. Had he been watching dirty movies? Reading dirty books?
I tried to ignore the question and concentrated on the lights. Change, please change I thought.
As the lights changed and I drove on, I still had not replied as I feared that the only place this conversation would go was down hill and into the gutter. But after a few minutes, just when I thought he'd forgotten all about it and I had relaxed, he said again "I know how she got her baby".
This time, before I could engage my brain and attempt to change the subject, I asked "How?"
I feared the worst and tried to think of excuses that I could tell my boss in case she ever found out that I had a discussion with a client about sex.
With trepidation and butterflies fluttering around my stomach I feared the worst as he tried formulated his answer.
It took a while but, when it came, I breathed out hard and the butterflies in my stomach flew off to pasture new.
I hastily and readily agreed to what he said and steered the conversation to safer ground by asking him "Are we there yet?"
Now I can hear you all asking "What did he say? What did he say?"
Well, for those that haven't worked it out for themselves, this is what he said ...
"Jesus gave it to her!"
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ha! that's great!
ReplyDeletewhen my daughter was about 3 or 4 she asked how babies got from ladies bellies out into the world. i told her the route they typically take & she stared in horror before laughing and correcting me. "no, mommy, they come from jesus, not baginas!"
The stork is a busy bird :-).
ReplyDeleteOf all the strange ways that question comes into our lives.... I've got three daughters but thankfully only had to answer it once...honestly. Of course the honest answer makes no sense to a child, though I'll bet she knows now she has three kids....
ReplyDeleteThat was not what I was expecting - but it was so sweet and made me smile! Gotta love the innocence.
ReplyDeleteOh, and by the way, have I told you how much your comments make me smile? They always do.
Ah yes, the Immaculate Conception! Very clever man there! ~snickering~
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