Today I was informed that all children are born in India. Then they get on a plane and come to Texas.
When I inquired where India is, The Babe pointed to his abdomen. Then he asked, "How do babies get out of India?"
After we corrected India to "uterus" and discussed anatomically-correct usage of the word, we launched into a discussion of the vagina.
Just for grins, and to test his Mother's ability to keep a straight face in the most hysterical of situations*, I got the following summary:
"So babies are born in the India, come out the 'gina**, and start crying?"
Yup. That pretty much sums it up.
At least if you qualify as a four-year-old boy. With selective hearing and memory. And the inability to use multi-syllabic, anatomically-correct verbiage.
*For which I should get a guest shot on Saturday Night Live, thank you very much.
**I hope he's over this abbreviated, cutsie terminology by the time he marries. Or becomes a proper obstetrician, if that's in his cards.