The Eleventh

We spent some time this evening with a charming couple who were my clients a few months ago, buying their first house.  They invited PC and Rabbit and me over for dessert, so I could see what they had done to the house since closing on it in March.  After the grand tour, we sat and visited and ate fabulous chocolate cupcakes.

Rabbit asked to use the bathroom, and PC showed her where it was.  He returned to the sunroom and we were talking when Mrs. Homeowner looked over through the window into the kitchen and started laughing. Rabbit had slipped into the kitchen and was stealthily trying to filch a small chocolate cake from the table while the adults were all in the next room.

I was mortified, but our friends seemed to find it funny.  Rabbit came back in after PC gave her a small lecture in the other room about manners.  We visited about childrearing, since our friends are just weeks away from the birth of their first child. 

On the drive home, Rabbit chattered on and on about the visit.  She talked about the cupcakes, about the house, about the garden, their cat, and their nursery.  She asked “Is that lady going to have a boy baby?”

I responded “Rabbit, they don’t know yet.  They’ll find out if it’s a boy or a girl after it’s born.”

“But how will they find out?” she asked.

Before PC could interject, I stated bluntly “Well, they’ll look between its legs to see if it has a penis or a vagina.”

:::crickets:::

And that, my friends, pretty much sums up how to stop dead in its tracks a conversation with a six year old.  She was silent for the rest of the drive home.