There’s a particularly rough bit of track between Orchid Beach and the calm side of Fraser island. Coming home the other day, the rest of our crew pulled up on the other side to make sure we got through. They noted the grave look on my face and figured I was worried about Bearhands’ driving.
Inside the car, the sisters were having a conversation.
The Big Sister asked the Little Sister if she’d like to be a mummy when she grew up. Ever the diplomat, I jumped in and volunteered that perhaps she needn’t be a mummy, she could be an aunt.
Never one to be agreeable, the Little Sister then declared that she would be a mummy when she grew up. 
The Big Sister’s reaction was unexpected. “Phew! I can be the aunt. I don’t want a big baby coming out of my fanny!”
An involuntary hand went to my face and Bearhands, concentrating on the track, asked what she’d said. So she repeated, louder as if her father was a bit thick: “I don’t want a big baby coming out of my fanny”.
Not wanting to make a big deal of the subject matter with, as much calm as I could muster, I inquired where she’d learned that babies come out of your fanny.
“Nan told me.”*
OK then.
“Mummy, what does it feel like when a baby comes out of your fanny?”
And that’s when we rounded the bend and the going got really rough. Innocent bystanders didn’t learn the real reason for my steely grimace until later when I got out of the car and demanded someone pour me a drink. Stat!
has a big baby ever come out of your fanny?
what did it feel like?
* for the record Mum, I don’t reckon you’re the source of this gem of knowledge.
Nope, not yet… but I’ll be finding out pretty soon!
BTW, kudos to Big Sister on use of the word fanny. Onya girl. 🙂
AHAHAHAAA oh that’s hilarious, I love it! Makes a great story and will come in handy at her 18th too 🙂 Fraser Island is definitely on my list of places to go, and one day we’ll go there, all of us; me, hubby, and the two big babies that came out of MY fanny a while back. Great blog!
HA HA HA – so cute! Fanny is such an old term, that is what I used to call it when I was young. Bless. 🙂
Bahahaha! Out of the mouth of babes hey? Must say I was a fan of my epidural!
Haha, that’s the word we used a lot when I was a wee girl and teenager in Bonnie Scotland. Tell her from me there are many methods and types of pain involved… I’ve given birth all ways and number 2 was the most painful – yes VERY sore!!!
A midwife laughed at me when I called it that while I laboured with the Big Sister, Seana. Apparently I should have grown out of using it! 🙂
yes, three times!!! Hahahah, too funny and oh to be a fly on the wall (car door). We’ve had similar conversations in our house and I’m glad to say they’re all good on the baby making front. I’m just not sure how I’ll cope where they come to realise that there is a bit more to sex than making babies.
Oh dear. A whole other kettle of fish awaits us Robyn! I’m not sure I’ll cope either!