Putting Anna to bed.

Anna:  Daddy, I want to tell you about when Tessa was born.

Me:  Okay, sweetie.

Anna:  Well, Mommy was pregnant. And her tummy was really big.

Me: Uh huh.

Anna: And little Tessa was saying: “It’s time for me to come out now.”

Me: Right…

Anna: So that’s when we got a knife.

Me (horrified): Wait, what..?

Anna: That’s when we got a knife so we could help Tessa get outta there.

Me: What do you think we did with a knife?

Anna: Well, we took the knife, and we, like *makes cutting motion across her abdomen*

Me: What? We did what with the knife?

Anna: We cut mommy open with it. We cut her tummy. And that’s when our Tessa was born!

Yay! Welcome to the world Tessa! You were born by a jury-rigged butcher-knife Cesarian performed by your loving family, apparently!

Yeah. That was our bedtime chat tonight.

Is it bad that I opted not to discuss the realities of vaginal delivery with my child in this moment?

I figure, tooth fairy discussion yesterday? Success. Vaginal delivery discussion tonight? Fail.

You can’t win ’em all.

Also, don’t cross my daughter. She will cut you. *makes ominous cutting motion across abdomen*
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In other news, I’m working with someone to create a forum for the Club Unicorn discussions that are happening. I realize that the original post is simply too unwieldy to be used for discussion anymore, and so it’s time to move it elsewhere. It’s fine if the discussion continues on current posts until that time, but I’d ask you all to remember civility and love as you discuss people’s beliefs, choices and legitimate perspectives. I love the discussion that has taken place and genuinely appreciate the excellent counterpoint that has naturally occurred. Thanks for talking about such complex issues in a way that, by and large, has been respectful and civil. I think this is a conversation that needs to be happening, and that all of your voices are important components of it.

UPDATE ABOUT COMMENTS: For literally the first time in the last week and a half, I have chosen to delete a comment. You can tell that I am the one that deleted it because it says “deleted by blog administrator.” If you look back to the nearly 4,000 comments this blog has gotten since June 7th, you will see that this is the first time this has occurred. When the text reads “This comment was deleted by author” this means that the author of the comment has chosen to delete their own comment. I have no control over this.

I chose to delete this comment, and plan to delete others like it in the future, because it used explicitly graphic sexual language to describe specific sex acts in great detail. I am completely fine with difficult discussions, accusation, angry discourse and even heated dispute between commenters. My preference would be that people be civil, but I will not delete comments because of strong feelings or opinions. In fact, I welcome full discussion because it adds nuance to the conversation and helps all sides of the issue to be readily seen. I am in favor of education, and of people being informed, and that requires multiple stories and multiple voices. The concepts behind the comment (accusing me of probable infidelity), while totally unfounded and inaccurate, are perfectly acceptable discourse.  The reason this comment was deleted was specifically because the type of descriptive language used is graphic enough to warrant an “are you older than 18” passageway warning, which I’m not willing to provide on my blog. I want my blog to be family friendly.

I’m also deleting it because Lolly told me to. And she’s the boss of me.