Puppy and I were driving in the car this afternoon. I was dropping him off at my parents' house before heading to a baby shower.
Puppy: "I am going to Nana's house. Where are you going, Mommy?"
Me: "I'm going to a baby shower."
Puppy: "A shower?"
Me: "It's a party for Jenny and Mark, to celebrate their baby. Did you know Jenny has a baby growing inside of her?"
Puppy: "Is it in her uterus?" Puppy pronounces "uterus" with three very distinct syllables: u-ter-us. It's adorable.
Me: "Yes, the baby is growing inside Jenny's uterus. When she is born, Jenny and Mark will be her parents. They're naming her Fern."
Puppy: "I don't know that word, 'fern'."
Me: "That's okay. A fern is a type of plant. Jenny and Mark are using it as a name."
Puppy: "But I know 'swip'!" I showed him what a boat slip was the other week when we were walking by the river. His L's are all still W's.
Me: "That's a good word to know."
Puppy: "Fern is in her uterus. I was in birth mom K's uterus!"
Me: "That's right. Every single person in the whole wide world grew inside a uterus."
Puppy: "Then she'll come out of her uterus?"
Me: "Yes, she'll come out when she's ready. That's what happens when a baby is born."
We drove for awhile in silence. I contemplated my deep, abiding dislike of shower games. Puppy was apparently pondering more practical questions.
"Mommy, how will you put the shower inside her uterus? What if the baby Fern doesn't like to get wet?"