Like most parents, we dread the inevitable “Where did I come from?” question. With the arrival of Griffin, we knew it was just a matter of time before Nolan’s curiosity would get the better of him. Last night, that moment arrived – sort of. As with most things Nolan does, he did this a little bit differently. Rather than ask the question, Nolan decided he would enlighten us about the miracle of life. At this point, you’re probably thinking “stork, right?”, I know I was. I can assure you Nolan’s version is much, much better than a Vlasic pickle-loving bird dropping baby filled baskets from the sky.
It was funny enough (to me, at least) that I grabbed a pen and paper and started writing down the conversation.
What follows is Nolan’s description of where babies come from (among other medical trivia):
Nolan: “Daddy, did you know that babies come from Mommy’s tummy?”
Me: “Yes. That much I know.”
Nolan: “Did you know how they get there.”
Me (Thinking): “Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuudge.”
Me: Uhhh. No. How do they get there?
Nolan: “Babies come from bones.”
Me: “From the what now?”
Nolan (Exasperated): “They come from bones. The first bone that grows is the stomach. This bone is called the pizza muscle. The next bone is the glue muscle (points to his backside). Next, you grow the car muscle (points to head).”
Me: “That’s… impressive?”
Nolan: “You’re loco, Daddy. But Griffin’s the loco-est.”
So there you have it. Babies come from life-giving bones and pizza muscles. I’ll be waiting for a call from the Discovery Channel to document this fascinating new evolution of the human body.
Also, by the time you read this, I may or may not already own pizzamuscle.com.
Oh my gosh, I am LAUGHING OUT LOUD. Where does he come up with these things…… ????????
I just got a pizza gut not a pizza muscle . . . I’m feeling left out. Perhaps Nolan can explain it to me at a later time.