Oh my have the chats in my house got a hell of a lot more interesting since little girl turned 3 and 3/4.
There was the 'you are quite old mummy so someone will marry you' chat.
The conversation comparing a friend to big Karina at nursery and the use of the F word - Fat. I think I came out quite well in this conversation because, apparently, I'm not fat I'm 'just short like me mummy'.
Then there was the inevitable 'why do Charlotte's mummy and daddy live in the same house?'
Oh boy, I knew it was coming one day and I found it quite amusing that it had come that way round especially as all her friends are from 'normal' families.
My answer was that 'we are special but most children have Mummy and Daddy in the same house'. It seemed to satisfy her. So far, bullets easily dodged.
If I tell you that I could have done with full body armour for the next one I suspect you'll be able to guess what it was about.
Oh yes, two months shy of little girls fourth birthday it has started to get more tricky:
'mummy, do you have a baby in your tummy?'
Um, no darling I just had a big lunch...
'Can we go to the shops and buy a baby to put in your tummy?'
'It doesn't quite work like that. You have to make a baby (wtf was I thinking here?!)'
'Why did Erica decide to make a baby to put in her tummy?'
' Ummm Can WE make a baby mummy? Please mummy. We could call it Oliver. Not the same as Erica's Oliver but one of our very own.'
'Well, you need a mummy and a daddy in the same house to make a baby. ( not strictly true I know but .... Heeeelllllpppp)'
' Well mummy. Next time daddy comes to visit you two could make a baby. That idea mummy? That's a good plan isn't it mummy? I'm a clever clogs aren't I mummy? So can we?'
'Maybe we'll get cat darling'