"When I grow up, I'm going to be a farmer. I'm going to give the hens lots of eggs."
"What do you mean? Why are you going to give them eggs?""They don't have . . . well . . . How do hens get eggs?"
"Honey, hens are mommy chickens and eggs are their babies.""I know that, mom. But how do the hens get eggs?"
"Well, all females can make babies in their tummies."Silence.
"I wish you were my tummy-mommy. I could meet you when I was born."
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2 comments:
Oh, that just makes my heart ache. And as you know, I'm not an especially mushy person. I wish that too, Boo.
(((HUG))) And yet, this way, you are The Mommy. :-)
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