Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I Did Not Give Birth To Our Dog

Ok, so obviously my son and I need to have another talk about the birds and the bees.  And puppies.  He seems to be very confused on where puppies come from.

“Mommy, was Cooper little once?
“Was he little for very long?”
I always get nervous when I’m not quite sure where the conversation is going. “Not real long,” I answered.

There was a pause.
“Was Cooper in your tummy when he was little?”

And there it was.  I knew the weirdness was coming eventually.  It was only a matter of time before we got to I-think-mom-birthed-our-dog territory.  Somewhere between explaining the tooth fairy and Santa Claus every mom will have to explain that their family pet did not come from her uterus.

“Because Cooper is a dog.  He was in his mommy’s tummy, the tummy of another dog.”
And acting like this was the most absurd thing he has ever heard he said, “Why would a DOG be in another DOG’S tummy?”
Because apparently that is completely ridiculous.

So I had to break the news to my dog that I am not his biological mother.  I think he suspected he was adopted when he realized that he was the only family member to poop in the yard.  So far he seems to be handling the news pretty well.

Not my biological son.

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