Thursday 25 September 2008

The birds and the bees, as told by Chelsea

So. What happens is, when you’re a really tiny baby, first you choose who you want for your Daddy, from a picture, then you go down a slippery slide, then you choose who you want your Mummy to be, from a picture, then you go down another slippery slide. BUT! You have to make sure the door isn’t locked. Then you land in your Mummy’s tummy and grow and grow until you’re ready to come out.

Apparently my door isn’t locked yet (hmmm). And although Chelsea already has babies in her tummy (she talks about them a lot – sometimes they light fires, they roll around, they kick her, they eat all the food she gives them…) her door is locked until she’s a grown up.

Now where did I put that key…

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