This morning Daddy decided to tell our Little One a cute story about the lentil sprouts she was munching on. "They look a lot like the seeds Daddy planted inside Mummy..."
I look at him a little stunned. But with great admiration. Whoever finds the willpower to approach a topic like THAT at THIS time of day deserves respect.
But surprise surprise...instead of the routine a-dozen-a-minute "Why?" "What?" "Where?"s the toddler blows him off with a simple "Yes, and then I went into her belly and I was born. Just like Ma'ayan" (the daughter of a close Israeli friend born just weeks ago).
Situation potentially severely convoluted amazingly defused with minimal effort...
By sheer coincidence, late in the afternoon the postman delivers a postcard from a Smug Swiss Friend showing a school of sperm converging in the shape of a white cross. Underneath the slogan reads: EVERYBODY LOVES SWITZERLAND. 'Oh great,' I mutter to myself as I gape at the illustration. 'Daddy sows the seeds in the morning, and guess who gets to reap the consequences by nightfall?'
With as much nonchalance as I can muster, I toss the postcard on the kitchen table. And lie low.
But almost immediately I see her glide over to the incriminating item. She grabs the red card and with immense pride declares:
"Sprouts! Sprouts! And look how many of them!"
Situation potentially severely convoluted amazingly defused once again with minimal effort...