So I was driving with my 10 year old son yesterday and we were talking about tornadoes. (After all, it is nearly spring and we *are* in Oklahoma.) Innocent enough, right? So we were discussing the May 3rd, 1999 tornado and this is how the conversation suddently turned:
Trenton: Mom, isn't that the day you found out you were pregnant with me?
Me: Yes, son, it is. Why?
Trenton: Well didn't you already know you were pregnant?
Me: No, how would I?
Trenton: Didn't a doctor put an embryo in your tummy?
Me: Uhhh, well no...
Trenton: Then how did you get pregnant with me?
Me: Well...*gulp*...uh....you know the "s word"? (That's what he has always called sex.)
Trenton: *turning red* Yes.
Me: Well some babies are conceived like that. BUT...all the surrogate babies I've carried have been put in my tummy by a doctor.
Trenton: *looking puzzled* Oh, OK.
Me: Don't worry. Either David or your daddy will explain more later.
Then I quickly went back to talking about tornadoes.