Panic...

So we're driving home from school today and my son looks over at me and says, "Hey Mom, I know how babies are made."

Panic...

Panic...

Poker face...

Panic!!!!!

In a split second 1,000,000 thoughts go flooding through my mind all at once...

We were getting ready to have "the talk" with him but someone beat us to the punch.

Seriously, he's in 4th grade.

Those boys still think girls have cooties.

That boy probably gave him some school yard version of the birds and the bees that isn't even accurate.

Now I'm going to have to undo all the falsehoods and get his facts straight.

Where is Gregg, he would handle this so much better than I am...

Talking about how babies are made in 4th grade.

Ridiculous.

Then I'm jolted back to reality...

Well don't say it in the car with all you younger siblings, I think to myself.

Panic!!!!

Poker face...poker face...

And so as I am about to calmly say, "Hey Bud, why don't we talk about this when we get home."

He says, "I know how babies are made...with Legos."

Relief and nausea washes over me.

I listen to him explain the intricacies of Lego babies while silently saying a prayer of thanks to God for protecting my son's innocence.

And giving us a little more time. Not much... but a little.

And in case you're interested...

A block with no arms and no legs painted like its wrapped up in a blanket, and a head.