Babies and the Babysitter

Our babysitter has a special way of teaching our kids new things.  Oftentimes it's things we wouldn't have thought to teach them ourselves.  Like when she taught them how to use a blow gun or the jumping on the bed game.  We tease her about it a lot and laugh when she tells us the stories of how and why she taught them something. 

For some reason, they also ask her deep questions about life that they don't ever ask us.  Apparently last night was one of those nights.  Ian wanted to know how babies get out of their mommies belly.  I have a book about that very subject that I have read to Ethan a few times (The Story of Me (God's Design for Sex)).  I didn't realize that Ian was interested in the topic as well.  He's never asked me, though one time in a public restroom he yelled at the top of his lungs "Mommy, you're peeing out of your but."  The other women in the bathroom enjoyed his comments and were laughing to themselves. 

So last night, Ian asks about how babies are born and says "My mommy pooped me out." Our babysitter says she didn't want him to go to bed thinking that so she talked to him about it.  When she told me the story, I thought I would die laughing!

Guess I have to get that book out to read to Ian too.  For goodness sakes, he just turned 3!