Old Testament.
George, being three, has peculiar ideas about how babies are made. Any babies, not just humans. About a year ago, he asked me where he came from. I gave him the statutory 'you grew in mummy's tummy' answer, and the following conversation ensued:
G: How did I grow in your tummy?
Me: Well, mummys have lots of tiny eggs in their tummies, and sometimes they grow into babies.
G: (incredulous) Eggs?
Me: (hopeful) Yes.
A long, thoughtful pause.
G:Oh... (disappointed) But I wanted to be a crocodile.
New Testament
More recently, George was playing Vet for Stella Fluffkin, our new kitten.
G: (Examining kitten) This cat's got a fat tummy, I think there's babies in it.
Cat escapes.
G: (With authority) Yes, she's just gone to lay her eggs now.
And finally...
Today I was urgently handed a green plastic ovoid, with the immortal words: 'Hold that, Mummy, it's a kangaroo egg, and a stegosaurus is waiting to hatch out of it'.
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