So Z was lolling about in bed and she found a rubber band.
“Where did this rubber band come from?” she asked.
“Well, when a daddy rubber band loves a mommy rubber band a lot, they make baby rubber bands,” I said. I always practice the speech in case she ever asks.
But is she ready, I wonder. I checked.
“Zoe, where did you come from?”
“From daddy’s womb,” she says matter of factly.
“Oh dear. Someone has been giving you wrong biological facts.
“Where did you come from, again?”
“From daddy’s ROOM!” she says more clearly this time.
Ah! she was in my room earlier watching YouTube videos.