A few weeks ago, Lizzie asked that age old question, “Mommy, where did I come from?” Not really wanting to go into all the specifics with my 4 year old daughter, I simply answered “You came from Mommy’s tummy.”
And, I thought that would be the end of it, but, unbeknownst to me, Lizzie already had it all worked out.
She said “No, Mommy, I came from Bunnings.” For those of you outside Australia, Bunnings is great big hardware store. Think Home Depot or Lowe’s minus the appliances.
I stifled a laugh, and said ” Are you sure? Because I vividly remember you coming from Mommy’s tummy.”
Lizzie was insistent, however. Apparently, not only did she come from Bunnings, but her sister Grace did too. Lizzie was certain that she and Grace had been sitting in a box on the shelf at Bunnings right next to each other. Then, one day The Aussie and I went shopping at Bunnings and bought her and Grace along with some assorted hardware.
By this point, I was cracking up, but Lizzie was still not finished with her story. She went on to tell me that we put their boxes in the boot (trunk) and drove them home. At home, we opened the box and The Aussie had to follow the instructions to put her and her sister together. And, that was how she became a baby.
And, after some more laughter, I again thought that was the end of it.
A few days later, however, Grace was in the midst of a full on, “terrible two” melt down. She was crying and screaming and completely inconsolable. I tried everything to comfort her, but Grace was not having a bar of it. Eventually, I realized that I just had to let her cry it out, and tried to walk away. Grace started following me around and throwing herself on the floor in a full on tantrum in every new room I entered.
After a several minutes, Lizzie came up to me and whispered in my ear “Mommy, I think we need to take her back to Bunnings.”