Tonight after Monkey had brushed his teeth and washed his face, we snuggled up on the bed sofa to read his bedtime story.
So we snuggled up and Monkey had chosen the story of the nativity including Jesus’s birth to read “as it is nearly Christmas”! We have a lovely book, where it is just pictures and you tell the story your way!
So this is how the conversation went…..
Me ” Mary went into the stable and said “err excuse me Joseph but I think the baby is coming” (in a very british posh accent – I don’t know why!?) and then “Mary laid down and baby Jesus came out of her tummy and he was born!”
Monkey “Wow! How?!”
Me “Errrr How What?”
Monkey “How did he come out?”
Me “a very special way”
Monkey ” Ooooh, erm HOW?!”
Me “Well, how do you think it happens!?” (My theory was he is very clever and could probably work it out himself, you know as he is five and soooo grown up!)
Monkey “well, probably just pops out” (with full gestures of baby exploding out of the tummy, like a scene from Alien).
Panic sets in, should I leave it there?! Nope, I can’t, my conscience won’t let me – I don’t really want to go into the truth, but I don’t want him to believe something that far from the truth and traumatic either!
So I say….”How about I tell you when you are a bit older?!”
Monkey “I think I will believe you now”
Me “well, if you are still asking at Christmas I will tell you, let’s read on”.
Damn! I thought I had got away with it, until I realised that Christmas is two weeks tomorrow and actually Monkey is very bright and he may not mention it again until Christmas Day, but I fear he will….probably at the Christmas table, when Granny and Grampsy are sat around!
I will have to tell him too, because we are teaching him to do what he says he will, so I can’t say I will tell him and then now! So now I am dreading it!
When did you tell yours? Is 5 (nearly 6) too young to know?!