Once upon a time, when Abby was 5 years old, she was playing in the bathtub while her dad supervised.

I was in the other room, which provided me with an excellent eavesdropping opportunity.

Here’s what I heard:

Abby: “Daddy, where do babies come from?”

…

Lengthy Pause

…

Greg: “Beth?! I’m going to need you for a minute!”

Well, tonight was payback.

Ian, age 9, and I were reading a book titled A Dolphin Is Not A Fish.  This book was for homework and provided by Ian’s school.

Each page contrasts the differences between dolphins and fish.  For example, “A dolphin is not a fish.  They do not breathe the same.”  And “A dolphin is not a fish.  They do not swim the same way.”

Toward the end of the book, we read, “A dolphin is not a fish.  They do not have babies the same way.”

Great.

Fortunately, Ian assured me this was very old news to him.  Whew! I totally escaped this one, I thought gratefully.  Until my son felt compelled to explain.

Apparently, fish have babies from eggs…

…whereas dolphins poop their babies out.

My turn.