And the horses in the seas?
Isaac and I were in the car on Saturday going grocery shopping. Somehow the topic of Isaac one day becoming a father came up. I was surprised when I heard him say, "I don't want to have kids."
"You don't?" I questioned.
"Well, I don't want to make kids," he responded.
Thinking this might be a good segue to the dreaded s-e-x-talk I asked him, "Do you even know how to make kids?"
When he answered,"I'll leave that to the woman," I knew we were talking on two different planes. (No playground information exchange here.). When he continued, "All I know is 'Push!'" I understood that his idea of making a baby was what the rest of us would consider delivering a baby.
"Well," I explained, "men don't have the kids, Isaac. Only women have to push out babies."
"Not seahorses. The dads have baby seahorses."
"Are you a seahorse?"
"We'll, I sometimes think of myself as a horse that originated in the sea."