When I was pregnant, Punky started asking questions. Nothing too risqué, nothing particularly specific, but it was clear that she was curious.
The first time she asked, I was completely unprepared a little surprised. I pulled up some handy internet images of the good old female reproductive system (internal) and promptly bored the curiosity right out of her with talk of cells and tubes and gestation. I also answered her question of just how the baby would get out of my stomach. That pretty much quelled the curiosity at that point. But it didn't hold it off for long . . . READ MORE>>