This morning, I took Tyler shopping to look for a shirt for his piano recital. During the car ride home he asks me:
“Mom, you know when people get married and then you kiss the bride and then a baby comes, how does the baby come? ”
Me: what do you mean? (I’m nervous at this point. Not ready to explain this)
Tyler: how does the baby come out?
Me: it just does. (Pause) It comes out like poo. It just comes out.
Tyler: what?! That’s so wierd!
Hilarious!