This is a true story: A few weekends back, I decided to hang out with the boys in the living room. They were on their tablets, which obviously meant that I was not so interesting, so I turned on the TV. My latest hidden obsession is the British series "Call the Midwife" so I figured that I could catch an episode or two before dinner. We were all happy in the living room: the boys, playing their video games and me, watching my show. Anyway, suddenly I noticed that they were no longer looking at their games, but watching the TV. It was a part where a woman was giving birth.... and all theree boys were absolutely staring at the screen.... oops.... questions to come..... am I ready for it? Darn!
Nicklas looked at me and said "Why on earth is that lady screaming so much and what is happening to her?". Me: deep breath in and getting ready to explain.... Suddenly, Oliver pipes up "Nicka, it is OK. She just pooped out a baby"..... the boys seemed grossed out but satisfied. I was off the hook ;)
Have a great Wednesday xox
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| Another one pooped out? haha! |
Thats one of my favorite shows to - I see it on us drama.net, because they dont send it in DK :-)
ReplyDeleteHi hi, when I was reading I was,even before you wrote it, sure that they would look up from there tablets and start asking questions.... and they did. I can just imagine me your face and alle the things going throw, when the question came. :-) This time Nicka saved you.... but I'm sure there are coming more questions later on... my Andreas then take over. :lol:
Ups, it was Oliver that saved you ;-)
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Andreas will leave it to me.... his shy Swedish side will conveniently come out ;)
DeleteLittle young for illustrative education ;-) Love your story!
ReplyDeleteHowever, a fine starting point to talk about it in the future.
We'll talk about it when it suits. The middle is precocious and he has also received a book about everything that has to do with propagation. And we talked about some questions.
They haven't asked about it since.... whew! ;)
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