Where sisters come from

[gategrrl]

This weekend, I woke up to Little Guy grinning at me. We did the good mornings, and for some reason, where he came from came up again. He was a homebirth, and I reconfirmed to him that yes, he was born in *A* house, although not *this* house, but that yes, he was born out of my tummy and onto *this* bed.

He nods. Smiles a little. (remember, he's 4-1/2 years old) Then he says that Mermaid, his older sister, must have been bought from the Zoo. From the bird house, to be specific.

I cracked up.

He started laughing, too; I think he'd been concocting that scenerio for a while!

Comments

[moonshayde.livejournal.com]

Oh that is so cute! I love kids.

[gategrrl.livejournal.com]

Once in a while, he comes out with these little zingers. I love my son.

[lovellama.livejournal.com]

I wanted a homebirth, I just didn't want it in the home I was in! :) (this one, pre renovated).

[gategrrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, tell me about it. We wanted the baby to be born in our present house. The house he was born in was rented, and I HATED it (shitty floorplan, etc). But the owners of the house we bought wanted *three* months before we could move in, not the usual one. Ah well.

[superbadgirl]

LOL, that's too cute. Kids are so precocious.

[amycooper.livejournal.com]

That is so funny!

[karendreamer.livejournal.com]

Awww, Julie, that is so cute. Sounds like he's just as clever as Nerys.

[(Anonymous)]

When I was a kid, all those years ago, my older brother and I had my baby brother convinced that he'd been found in a ditch one afternoon by my father. Poor thing.

I think a bird house is a much kinder scenario. *s* Kids, eh?

~V~

[gategrrl.livejournal.com]

My older brother and sister tried to convince me that I was adopted. A common ploy, and I didn't buy it == mostly because, at age 4 or 5, I had no real idea what being adopted really meant, and I knew they were always full of shit anyway. :-)

[therentgirls.livejournal.com]

When I was a kid, all those years ago, my older brother and I had my baby brother convinced that he'd been found in a ditch one afternoon by my father. Poor thing.

I think a bird house is a much kinder scenario. *s* Kids, eh?

~V~