There is a lot of egg talk these days … it’s the season, I get it, it’s Easter. But, I never expected the egg conversation I had with my post-bath, naked eight year-old.
He approached me with a quizzical look on his face and his package in his hand. Yes, keeping track of that thing, as if it’s going to get lost, is a habit that starts young. He continued by asking, “In these two things is what makes a baby?” Oh no, not right now …
I gulped and answered, “Yes, those are your testicles and they make what helps in making a baby. Stay calm.
“So, these are my eggs?” Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.
“No, women have eggs, you have sperm.” Whew that was an easy one. I got this.
“If I have two of them, does that mean I’ll have two babies?” Oh, my! I wonder if he thinks men that have six kids have six testicles? Or one kid with one?
“No, your body will make millions of sperm in your life time.” Why is this conversation not coming to an end?
“Ohhhh!?!” He blankly stared at me, then turned and left empty-handed.