Of course it was inevitable.

At five and a half years old and with the new baby due in a few weeks it was only a matter of time before BB asked The Question.

Mummy how did Daddy put a baby in your tummy?

I just didnโ€™t expect it to be on crowded bus. Very loudly.

Yes people, she chose a full double decker bus on the school run to pop The Question: โ€˜Mummy how did Daddy put a baby in your tummy?โ€™ Even the driver heard.

Needless to say it wasnโ€™tย just her looking at me expectantly for an answer.

So what did I do?

After a pregnant pause (excuse the pun) I copped out and said Iโ€™d tell her when we got home, and quickly changed the subject to a poetry competition sheโ€™s got coming up at school.

Of course I didnโ€™t tell her when we got home, because sheโ€™d forgotten all about it thank goodness.

The question is, whatโ€™s the best way of tackling it? (Excuse the pun again, couldn’t resist!)

Tell the truth? Or fudge it?

Dr Googleโ€™s suggestions range from letting her watch One Born Every Minute (thereโ€™s theย truth and then thereโ€™s theย truth – I don’t want to give her nightmares) to a book called Mummy Laid An Egg, which sounds a tad misleading to me.

Either way Iโ€™d better get my thinking cap on, because she’s going to ask again at some stage. With a bit of luck it wonโ€™t be me next time.

Have you ever been asked The Question? What did you say?

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