My five-year-old son's curiosity about sex and babies has continued unabated.
Now that I've scientifically answered "Where do babies come from?" the boy wants to know "How do the babies get out?"
"The birth canal," is not cutting it as an explanation anymore.
"Where is the birth canal?" is the new refrain. "Is it here?" He waves his hand over his belly-area. "Is it here?" He waves his hand over his pelvic area. "Do babies come out of the mama's toes?"
"How about we buy a book?" I suggested. I don't know why it took me so long to think of this. I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes.
"Where's the Sex Ed for Preschoolers section?" I asked the Borders lady. She took me to the Sex Ed section (they actually have one!) and showed me three titles that were appropriate for the preschool/kindergarten set.
After previewing them (and snickering at the pencil-drawn naked man and woman, with their hairy gender-specific parts) I couldn't decide which Cracky would prefer. I decided to turn it over to him.
"Which book do you like best?"
"Let me see," he said, all business. He grabbed the three books, sat on the floor of Borders and started flipping through the pages. He studied each drawing, nodding his head here and there, asking me, "What's that?" and approving my answers ("Those are sperm, that's the vas deferens") as he scoured the books like a doctoral candidate.
When he got to the page with the baby pictured in its mother's uterus, I could feel his excitement build. He flipped the page and at long last beheld the birthing room. There stood the doctor, poised between the mother's legs. The nurses and father were standing by. Mother pushed and did her lamaze breathing behind a modest sheet draped across her legs.
"What?" he said, confused, bordering on outrage.
He quickly flipped the page back, then forward, then to the next page. He flipped through several times, frantically looking for the birthing scene.
"I think a page is missing!"
"What do you mean?" I said, feeling like a fraud.
"Here's the baby inside the mother's tummy," he explained, clearly exasperated. "Here's the doctor and the mother with the sheet over her tummy. Why's that sheet there? And then here's the baby."
"Yep, that looks right to me!" I chirped.
"But HOW does the baby come out? Where's the HOLE?"
"The baby comes out of the mother's vagina," I said, at long last.
"There's a hole in the vagina?"
"Yes, and it stretches so the baby can get out."
"But where is it?" he flipped through the other books, only to confront the same draped sheet of modesty. "Why do they have the sheet over her? I can't see!"
"I think they put it over the mother so she has some privacy," I said.
"Oh. But I want to see the baby come out."
"I might have to buy you a DVD for that," I said, recalling a Miracle of Life video on PBS or the Discovery Channel.
"Yeah, let's get that!" the future doctor said.
As I sat there and thought about my son's thwarted curiosity, and how matter-of-fact he was about the w(hole) thing, I realized that it was my fear of revealing that a baby comes out of a mother's vagina, my discomfort. Five-year-old Cracky is not shocked or surprised by anything. It's all new to him, so nothing is a surprise. If I say a baby comes out of its mother's vagina, and that the vagina stretches so the baby can get out, it is no more shocking to him than the fact that the stars are planets or that a caterpillar turns into a butterfly.
He finally relented and picked the least disappointing of the sex books, the one with the picture of the baby happily floating in his mother's tummy. He decided he could live with the SHEET OF SECRECY in the birthing room, and we went home to read it three more times before bed.
When I closed the book for the last time that night, Cracky put his finger in the air and raised his eyebrows.
"I have a great idea!" he said and reached around to grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch. "You go lay down on the floor. I'll put this over your legs and we can pretend to have a baby! I'll be the doctor!"
He busily started unfolding the blanket and was just heading towards the floor when I finally managed to speak.
"Noooooooo way!" I said.
"What?" he looked up, honestly confused by my reaction. "Why not?"
"I already went through this once! For real. I'm certainly not going to act it out again." I was laughing and kind of shocked all-at-once.
"Oh. Okay," he said, and scrunched up his eyebrows. But I knew what he was thinking.
He was totally thinking of the girls at school. And I totally knew I'd be getting a call from his teacher the next day.
I'll let the school know I have a video they can borrow.