It’s Not All Mary Poppins

The Things I Hear…

George, Darcy, and Arthur walk by with bulging t-shirts, various stuffed toys stuffed up their fronts.

George: My baby’s going to pop on on Thursday!
Darcy: Mine will pop out today!
Arthur: Mine, too.
George: But first I have to go to the hospital, so they can get it out.
Arthur: Mine, too.
Darcy: My baby will pop out at home.
George: You can’t have a baby at your house! Only at the hospital!
Darcy: Yes, you can. My Auntie Katie’s baby came out at home. Inna bafroom.
George: Was the doctor in the bathroom, too?
Darcy: No, just my Uncle Frank.


June 13, 2006 - Posted by | Uncategorized


  1. That is priceless. Popping out every where it seems 🙂

    Comment by Sunshine Scribe | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  2. Those boys crack me up. I love how little ears pick up on so much – the conversation about Aunt Katie’s baby probably wasn’t directed towards him, but he got it all!

    Comment by Angela | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  3. LOL, I’d love to hear the adult version of that story…

    Comment by Kristen | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  4. Funny how they don’t make that gender distinction, you know? Very interesting, and hilarious.

    Comment by MrsFortune | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  5. Hey, my baby popped out at home — it’s not unheard of. 🙂 Of course, I had a midwife there.

    I love it that the boys are playing pregnant. Any chance they’ll get some dolls to nurture next?

    Comment by Allison | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  6. OMG how funny!

    Were ya like “Whhaaa???” I so seriously would have asked that kid questions after hearing that one. It’s so funny what they hear and think to be the truth.


    Comment by kimmyk | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  7. Rebecca swears she was born in the toilet. Nope, although it was a very close call.

    They overhear just enough to be dangerous. And funny.

    Comment by Granny | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  8. These are the things that my teacher friends says she is so glad the parents don’t hear. They would be mortified at some of what gets shared!

    Comment by kittenpie | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  9. Ha, ha, ha. They sure are going to be disappointed when they find out that boys can’t have babies. At least not as of today.

    Comment by Mamacita Tina | June 13, 2006 | Reply

  10. so adorable!

    Comment by kyra | June 14, 2006 | Reply

  11. See, now, Mstr A understood that only ladies could have babies & be mummies, and men gave the mummy the seed and became a daddy without any problem at all at 2 years old, but he has only just started to grasp that boys and girls are different in non-physiological ways (he’s just starting working out boy & girl toys/colours/films etc) at nearly 6 years old!

    I’m sure that must mean something very de and meaningful – if i could work out what, it would probably help no end;-)

    Comment by Mrs.Aginoth | June 14, 2006 | Reply

  12. Sunshine: And so easily, too! “I think I’ll have that baby now – Pop! Done!” Don’t you wish??

    Angela: It probably wasn’t. He’s quiet, too. You think he’s busily involved in whatever he’s doing, and then, three days later, out comes something you had No Idea he’d absorbed. It pays to be careful…

    Kristen: That pretty much WAS the adult version. Seems Auntie K had a precipitous labour, went into the bathroom to clean up after her waters broke – and the baby was right there. Uncle Frank arrived just in time to keep it (her) from falling out on the tile floor!

    MrsF: Yup. My son spent quite a few months at that age breastfeeding his Cabbage Patch baby by tucking the baby up under his shirt, in the general vicinity of his armpit. Very cute!

    Allison: Some of those “stuffed toys” were dolls, I just didn’t give that much detail. Some of them were tigers and rabbits, too. (There were more than three toys involved. Some of these boys were gestating veritable litters.)

    My third was almost born at home, too. Deliberately, I mean, but it was just before it was covered by the provincial insurance; finances and marital politics precluded it. Her birth was a lovely, family affair, attended by midwives in a hospital birthing centre, but I’ve had a small regret that I didn’t get to have that home birth.

    KimmyK: I was “Whaaa” enough to verify facts with the parents, which revealed that he had heard it accurately, all right!

    Granny: “Just enough to be dangerous”. Happens all the time with kids – they just don’t have the same frame on reality as adults, something adults would do well to keep in mind at all times! LOL

    Kittenpie: Things I heard during my brief tenure as a kindergarten teacher: one mom’s intense fear of mice that had her standing on a chair in the kitchen, screaming; one dad’s equal fear of spiders that had him refusing to take a shower till his wife had cleared the demon arachnid out of the tub; the time little Sonja reported that daddy was hurting mommy last night, but the noises she replicated were absolutely not sounds of pain or distress…

    Yup. Parents would be horrified!

    MamacitaT: Indeed they are. Let’s hope they retain that nurturing instinct should they become daddies, so they can apply it to both baby AND mommy!

    Kyra: They sure are. Just makes you want to scoop them up and smother them with kisses, doesn’t it?

    MrsA: Pfft. All that means is that the other boys in his class are imparting their sexism upon him. And the restriction of artificial and unnecessary gender barriers begins. Sigh.

    There are genuine differences, of course, which make certain toys and activities more appealing, in general terms, to one sex or the other, but colours? That’s utterly – and falsely – arbitrary, as are many of the “rules” the children inflict on each other.

    Comment by Mary P. | June 15, 2006 | Reply

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