Driving home from school last week.....
Tim: Mom, it's too bad that Dad's really not part of our family.
Me: What do you mean?
Tim: He doesn't have the same DNA as us. (This is Tim believing that since my birth he has been inside of me waiting for the "right" time to be born.)
Me: Well, you actually have half of Dad's DNA and half of my DNA.
Tim: What did they do, give me a shot of dad's DNA when I was born?
Me: No, every person is made up of the DNA from their mother's and fathers.
Tim: How did I get the DNA from Dad?
Me: (long pause trying to collect my thoughts and figure out how to have this discussion in the car)
Tim: I know...it's too gross and you don't want to tell me about it!
So began the first step in the birds and bees talk...well actually bees and chickens is where I went with it. There were no other questions beyond that.
Me: wiping the sweat from my forehead for now!!!