Panade and babies

Today X took a two and a half hour nap. I spent the entire time making this chard and onion panade. It was tasty (and a new eating experience, since we'd never had panade before), but I'm not sure if it was worth all the time it took. I might try a less labor-intensive version some time. Actually, JW asked me why it took so long and I couldn't quite tell him. There are a few components, but the only one that takes a while is the onions and most of that time is spent occasionally stirring them while they soften on the stove. So maybe it would feel less labor-intensive next time, since I'd know what I was doing.

When I picked K up from school today, all the kids in his class clustered around to look at X. That's normal. Then one of them said, "Where did the baby come from?" "The baby store," I joked. "No," they said. "Where did you get him from?" "I grew him in my tummy," I replied. "But how did he get out?" asked one little boy. "I went to the hospital and got him out," I said. "Was it hard?" he asked. "Yes, it was hard!"  "But HOW did he get out?" he asked. Another boy chimed in. "Did the doctor cut open your tummy?" "Uh, no, not this time," I replied. A little girl asked, "But WHERE did he come out?" Two other kids repeated, "WHERE did he come out?" I pretended I didn't hear, grabbed K's hand, and said, "Bye, everyone! Say goodbye to the baby!"

After X was born, K asked how the baby got out. I told him, "I pushed him out." "Where?" "Through the hole where I pee." (Creative license.) "But Mommy, that's a very small hole." "I KNOW."

I wasn't quite prepared to have this conversation with eight four-year olds. I don't want to get in trouble with the other parents.