Belly Button and a Finger

My child and I spend a significant amount of time together.  We can go weeks at a time being side by side (except for some bathroom trips), hip to hip, playing Legos and painting and reading books.  With this being said, you can imagine that most of my conversations are not that (how do I say this nicely?)… in-depth? Intelligent?  You pick.  So when I think a conversation may go knee deep, I jump right in.  But don’t worry; my nugget always finds a way to bring it back to the surface. 

The other day, Chase asked me why everyone has a belly button.  And I grasped at the chance to discuss this. I told him that the umbilical cord is a flexible tube that carries food and oxygen to a baby while in the mother’s stomach.  And when the baby comes out, it no longer needs the umbilical cord since the baby can breathe and eat on its own.  Then the umbilical cord then dries up and falls off and then you have a belly button.  (To be quite honest, I was quite impressed with my ability to rattle this off the top of my head without even Googling it. This went way better than our “hangy ball” discussion.  I looked it up later and that body part turns out to be called a uvula and it’s not actually called the hangy ball in the back of your throat.  But I didn’t want to lose all credibility with my child, so he still calls his uvula a hangy ball.)

Chase looked at me horrified and said, “Eww. That’s gross.  I wonder how far I can stick my finger in mine.”  He then proceeded to lift up his shirt and shove his finger, nail deep into his belly button.  

Any who, Happy Friday!