I read an article online about turning three the other day. It warned parents that curiosity increases ten-fold and questions were about to start. They would be fired at me left, right and centre at an alarming rate.
Little surprise then when Miss three and two days looked up at me mid way through our yummy bean salad dinner, pulled up her t-shirt and asked how does my dinner get from my mouth to my belly, does it go in my throat?
So I explained her inner pipes as simply as I could. And I gave myself an internal high-five as she smiled and looked satisfied with my answer. For about three seconds.
What happens to it after it visits my belly?
So then I explained simply that our bodies take what they need from our food and get rid of what they don’t need.
How do they get rid of it?
Pee and poo.
Cue much hilarity and giggling and looking at dinner and saying are you poo?
Dear dog … we really do need a grown up in our house. One with the ability to maintain a straight face during such conversations.
That so isn’t me.