In the car just me and the 4 year old. We stop at the traffic lights.
A heavily pregnant woman crosses the road with her child.
4 year old – She has a baby in there doesn't she?
Me – Yes, she does
4 year old – I was in your tummy once wasn’t I?
Me – Yes, you were
4 year old - How did I get out of your tummy?
At this point I wonder whether to be truthful or fob her off with tales of storks, fairy dust and a drum roll.
It’s a case of fob her off and have to face it another time or tell the truth and face the consequences.
4 year old – Did I come out of your belly button?
I am feeling brave, I can deal with this.
Me – No … you came out of my girly bits.
Stunned silence, she looks at me, at herself, at my nether regions then back at herself.
4 year old – Don’t be silly mummy.
Me – It’s true, you came out of my girly bits.
She looks at me and shakes her head, then clutches her belly and gives the biggest laugh.
4 year old - How did I really get out?
I can't win. A trip to the bookshop may be in order.