So I realize it has been a little while since I noted a margarita moment... It's not that there haven't been any, it's just that the ones I have had left me too tired to recreate them here. That is until today...
Today, my 4 year old was watching Dinosaur Train and asked me if real babies come from eggs like dinosaurs. I told him no they come from mommies' tummies.
Then he wondered how the babies came out. A year ago, when his sister was born, he wondered the same thing. I told him Mom went to the hospital, grunted and the baby came out.
"Oh, like poop," he said.
"Yes," I replied.
He then asked if we could make a fort out of boxes.
So I tried that answer again with what I thought was a pretty life-like grunt. But this time he didn't fleet away like a dog who just spotted a squirrel.
"So is there a hole it comes out of?" he asked.
Uh-oh! "Yes," I answered honestly.
"Where?" he asked.
Squirrel. Squirrel. Squirrel! "Down by your pee pee," I tried to explain. "But only girls' pee pees," I added to try to eliminate him doing a self examination.
"Doesn't that make a big crack?" He continued to process.
Horrified I answered, "Yes."
Then it happened. The Mother of all margarita moments... "Can I see your crack, Mom?"
"No. Is that a squirrel?"
"What?"
