A Mommy post today – no politics.
We’re sitting together at a restaurant and my eldest son comes up with this question:
“How do polar bears give birth?”
Well, polar bears, right? So I start explaining about caves in the snow and hibernation, and about the tiny cubs being born in the secure dark cave at winter time and nursing until spring time.
He listens carefully, then asks more specifically, “yes, but where do the cubs come out from in the body of the polar bear momma?”
Ahhhh. Why polar bears and not all female mammals in general? He didn’t have a good answer. Yes, he realized the question is relevant to all mammals, but it came up to him while he was thinking about polar bears.
Gotta love talking to kids!
By the way, both him and his younger brother have long ago been told how babies come into the world. They know it’s something only grownups do, after they decide to spend their lives together.
So, the other day, we’re walking in a local park, where couples arrive right before the wedding to have their pictures taken by a professional photographer (usually at sunset, but the garden itself is pretty enough background at any hour of the day).
The kids are excited to see the pretty bride in her white dress and all. A couple of minutes later, the couple has moved on to the next part of the garden. Ron wonders where they went to, and Dan, the younger one, promptly replies out loud:
“They are getting married, so they probably went to find a private spot in the garden where they can mate.”
