On Tuesday afternoon when I picked the kids from Bostley's, Aidan's teacher pulled me aside. She wanted to know if it were true that I was pregnant because Aidan was telling the class I was. I filled her in on the big news, and she replied, "I thought he was telling the truth because at circle time he told the whole class how the placenta feeds the baby through the umbilical cord." Yep, that's Aidan for ya.
Gabrielle was also talking at school, but she basically stuck with the fruit analogies: "The baby in Mommy's belly is as big as plum", that sort of thing.
This weekend, both kids had lots of questions and general comments for me. Both are excited to hold the baby: Gabrielle said she'll sit on the couch and hold the baby's head. Aidan said, "I like babies until they start to cry." Yeah, well, that's pretty typical, I suppose. Aidan also asked, "Why do they just drink milk all the time?" I explained that babies have no teeth when they are born, and he was flabbergasted. At first he laughed because he thought I was joking, then his little jaw dropped while he tried to imagine a toothless baby.
Gabrielle offered: "Why don't they eat applesauce? Daddy gave me applesauce last year and I didn't have to chew." [Editor's Note: For Gabrielle, the past tense is most often described as "last year". This applesauce incident could have been that morning, two weeks ago, or in fact, last year.]
Of course, this lead to discourse about babies' many deficiencies. They can't, for example, walk or talk or sit up or use the potty or play with toys or . . .
And Aidan had one last inquiry: "How do babies move inside your belly? I mean, after your belly gets really huge?"
I think between the questions from my students and the questions from my children, I will have plenty of baby knowledge stored up. I could, you know, start a blog or something.