Since Kristen Bell and Dax Shepard recently shared a 'birds and the bees' story about their little one, I thought I'd share my four-year-old daughter's recently revealed wisdom on the topic of post-natal procedure.
Like many kids, my four-and-a-half-year-old enjoys hearing the story of how she came into the world.
As self-obsessed as they all should be, she adores hearing how her family waited in anticipation for her to be born and took guesses on what she would be called. The way she hangs on the story of how I finally held her in my arms after a long labour, you would think she was the baby Jesus or Blue-Ivy Carter.
We never found out what gender she was, It wasn't important to us at the time, so I always include the 'its a girl!' moment. Yesterday, after recounting the event for the millionth time, my daughter looked at me curiously and asked 'how did you know I was a girl?' So I did what I always do, let her lead the discussion and asked her how she supposed it worked.
She knew, of course, that a lack of 'willy' was the indicator (for the time being anyway) and that was that. The conversation ended.
Later on, as she played on the kitchen floor, her granny and auntie walked in and asked her about her day. Instead of answering, she decided to fire back with a question: 'do you know about the 'willy test'?'
She was trying to act cool, showing off her extensive knowledge on an 'adult' topic.
My sister and mum looked at me in alarm as she launched into a description of how the doctor animatedly searches for a penis before revealing to the mother what gender her baby is.
I didn't even bother holding in the laughter- though I hope she doesn't decide to educate her Montessori class on the 'willy test' tomorrow.
