They always hit you with the complex questions just as they're supposed to be going to bed. The Boy often chooses this time to quiz me about death and related matters, but tonight it was time for 'Where do babies come from?'
Ok, then. As he brushed his teeth I explained the basics as simply as seemed appropriate - but however you put them, the 'facts of life' are always going to sound a bit ridiculous, aren't they? So I don't know what he'll have made of it all. My slight concern is that he'll now go away and discuss his findings with his good friend at school - the friend who recently told him that if you get a sore eye and go to the doctor's, the doctor will take your eye out. Not an altogether reliable source of information, in other words.
Ah well.
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