Sister, How are babies made?
One evening on a school night at my house, my little sister Celina whose nine and I was cooking coconut milk soup with chicken and mint, she said that her class is studying about family life and she asked politely, “sister, how are babies made?” And I tried not to turn into a ball of fire, I said, “well....umm..hhmmm...” trying to think how I could put words together.
“Uh...females lay eggs and male fertilize them,” and she asked, “What is fur-ta-lize?” I replied, “oh it’s uh...a...a seed that has a tail, it looks like tiny tadpoles and it uh...sprinkle on the eggs to make a new babies.” Her eyes were wandering around the ceiling as she takes the information in scratching her head. “So...where is the egg?” and I replied, “Um...inside us!” and she asked, “Where?” and I replied, “Right here below our belly button.” And she said, “Oh!! How does it stay in there?” and I took deep breath and said, “Umm...it is kept inside a pond.” “Oh, so how does the tiny looking like tadpoles goes into that pond?” and I replied, “Uh...hmmm...its...its...it’s when a man magically insert his special wand into the woman door and he fulfill it with his special looking like tadpole ingredient to fertilize those eggs.” Taking a deep breath, I question myself in my mind, “Magical wand? What the hell?” And my little sister asked, “Where is the door to the pond?” and I said..."it’s right uh...." And she said, “Oh...I know where that door is!” Her eyes were wide open fulfill with enlightenment. I thought, “Oh no...” and I asked, “Where?” and she said, “I think its our mouth!” My eyes was wide open, taking a deep breath and said, “You’re such a smart little girl!”
I tried to not give too much information but her question goes on and on. I was thinking...is her age a good time talking about sex? The conversation then grew silent and I completely thought it was over. Then all of a sudden she asked, “How does the man magical wand look like?” I was silent for the moment and all of a sudden my fiance came in—about time! I change the subject and tell her the soup is ready and we could start eating before she goes home to mom. As we sat on the table eating our dinner, she ask my fiance, “Brother, how does a man magical wand look like?” and my fiance was in a state of confusion, “what magical wand?” and she started laughing. She said, "silly brother, you know the magical wand!" I chuckle to myself kicking my fiance feet under the table. He later than said, “Oh oh that magical wand...it looks like uh...the wand that Harry Potter carries. It swish and swash and WALLAH!" "Oh...Wow!!" she said with her eyes and mouth wide open.
I took my last deep breath hoping that it would finally be the last question she ever asked. Yet there comes another more.
On our way to mom home she asked my fiance, “brother when will you fur-ta-lize sister egg?” My fiance and I look at each other and he said...”well...uh...” and I said, “well the looking like tadpole died because it got poison by acid from the egg!” She then said, “Oh no! Brother you should get a bigger and powerful magical wand to win that acid!” and we both chuckle to ourselves in the front seat.
After we arrive to our destination and she’s safely home to mom and dad, I went back into my car with my fiance taking a deep breath resting my head on the steering wheel. He asked me, “what the hell is going on?” And I replied, "sex!" and he said, "Oh, so that what's about...I think I should take her advice tonight! You know...bigger and powerful magical wand!" I look at my fiance rolling my eyes at him as he laugh out loud. I said, "Honey...Harry Potter magical wand...what the hell are you thinking? "
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