I wanted to wait a little while to tell Tornado E about the new baby. An eight to nine month wait is a long time for a little guy. But Tornado E was very concerned about my “sickness,” asking me every day if I was still sick, if he would get sick, and that he was going to pray for me at his school. A downside of sending him to a Christian preschool. So I figured I better explain before the teachers started to think I had cancer or something.
Then Tornado E and I sat at lunch together today, talking as Tornado S caught an early nap, ruining my nap and my need to clean before the rental people inspect tomorrow. Yea.
Tornado E: Mommy, why do you want three boys?
Me: Because I like boys. How do you know it’s not a girl? I like girls too.
Tornado E: Ok, it can be a girl.
Me: Do you want another little brother or a little sister?
Tornado E: I think I want four kids.
Tornado E: No, five.
Tornado E: Yes, because I like kids.
Me: Well, five is a lot. (I do not want to feel this sick again. Eyes on the prize. Eyes on the prize.) But I’ll let Daddy know how you feel.
Tornado E: Ok. Does the baby have shoes on?
Me: No, the baby is naked.
Tornado E: (giggling) He’s naked? He needs clothes on. Why doesn’t he have clothes on?
Me: The baby doesn’t need any because the baby is in Mommy’s womb.
Tornado E: We need to get him some clothes.
Me: How will we get clothes in Mommy’s body?
Tornado E: Hmmm. We’ll put it in a box.
Me: How will we get a box in Mommy’s body?
Tornado E: Mommy, does the baby eat when you eat?
Me: Sort of like that.
Tornado E: Why do you have to eat more food?
Me: Well, I have to eat for the baby and me. The baby has a lot of growing to do. It’s only this big. (I show the size of a large bean with the space of my fingers.)
Tornado E: Why is it so tiny?
Me: Because it starts out that way.
Tornado E: Why is it in there?
Me: Because that’s the best place for it to grow. Don’t worry when it’s big enough, it’ll come out.
Tornado E: But it’ll be naked!
Me: Yes, but I’ll dress it before you see it.
Tornado E: But I’ll see it naked!
Me: No, you’ll be with Papi and Grandma probably. I’ll dress it before you come.
Tornado E: But I want to see it naked!
Me: Then you can help give it a bath.
Tornado E: Mommy, why are you eating a pie with chicken? Pies are suppose to have fruit.
Well, that was a close one.