It was inevitable...

Ellie kept asking.. both Grandma and me.

How did Eva get out of Mommy's tummy? Did she come out of a hole? Did she come out of a tunnel?? (yes on both counts!)

We had been ducking around the questions like a middle school game of dodgeball, but today in the car I felt like the lone man standing, with questions pummeling me left and right just like those red, rubber balls.

I thought to myself, it's not like it's BAD. Plus I don't need to explain how Eva got there in the first place, just how she got out. Right?

Right.

So, "Yes, Ellie. She did come out of a tunnel."

"Where's the tunnel?"

Only she was asking all these questions at top volume as the 3 of us piled out of the car, in the vulnerable wide openness of our parking lot.

So I told Ellie to go upstairs, and I would tell her a secret.

Once inside, I let it all out.

You have 2 holes, I began. One for peeing, and one where a baby will be able to come out when you're older.

She immediately looked down her shorts. And I had to snort back a giggle, 'cause it was really cute... Until she asked to see mine. I quickly explained that those nether parts are private...

She listened as I busted out the V word and explained that it is a stretchy hole... that gets big enough for a baby to come out of, and then goes small again. I also explained that some babies are born c-section...

When I was done, she gave me an awkward smile, and hugged me.

And that was that. Phew.

I really hope she gives me a couple years to figure out how to explain how babies get there in the first place...