The Literature

A small group of Thirdlanders discussed a classic novel this week.  Because a character dies in childbirth in this excellent text, one spry child got to asking about childbirth and "how it all works."  I tried to gently put the kibosh on this line of inquiry by diverting to another topic when a kiddo confidently piped up with, "The babies come from the balls."

At that point, there was an extremely animated hubbub of talking back and forth about this comment as I kept repeating stuff like, "Okay, that's it.  Stop now.  Moving on. Stop, I mean it."  As the literature group ignored me and continued arguing over the merits of the statement, the confident kid just repeated in all seriousness and more loudly, "The babies come from the balls."

That's when I lost it and started laughing in an uncontrollable fashion.  My weird laughing broke up the conversation and when I pulled it together at last, we collected our lit. logs, shut our books, and called it a day.