I mentioned before that one of the only new girlfriends I’ve made out here was very pregnant. (My other friend out here is one of Mike’s coworker’s wives and we met back in NJ and I don’t consider her “new.”)
Anyway, her husband is also really cool and their kids are the same ages as ours, so we all get along really well. I got a text from her husband this morning saying that, after a bunch of issues the last couple of months, today was the day that the new baby would come.
When Charlotte woke up, I told her, “M’s new baby is coming today!!”
“You mean it’s finally going to come out of her belly?”
“Yes. I’m sure she’s very relieved and excited.”
“When can I go see the new baby?”
“Well, probably not for a while. You still have that cough and we need to keep babies super healthy. But soon.”
“Oh okay. I was a baby in your belly once right?”
“Yes, a long time ago.”
“Did Daddy use the ax?”
“The ax. Did Daddy use the ax to get me out of your belly?”
And this is when I mentally get ready to ream out Mike when he wakes up for letting her watch a zombie movie again. Or my daughter is a future horror novelist.
“No, there was no ax. Where did you get that idea?”
She runs into her room and comes back with this.
It’s one of her current favorite books. It’s an old really rather morbid Danish folktale about a cat who walks around town eating everyone until he gets to a woodsman who cuts everyone else out with an ax.
“Oh, no honey. That’s just a story. A creepy story, yes. But just a story.”
“Oh. Well then how do babies come out?”
“Nevermind. You’re right. It’s an ax.”