Seen and Heard

Took the children to the Natural History Museum this afternoon. In the Human Biology wing, there's a RATHER detailed, multi-roomed exhibit on the creation of human life, including an actual 3-D diagram of sexual intercourse (a term I detest, but there it was on the wall as an explanation for the bulging eyes of horrified school children), complete with a cutaway (I'm serious) of where the penis goes and where everyone's legs happen to be. When we got to the part where there's a baby head sticking out of the crotch of a naked woman (again, in awesome museumesque "mannequins" -- yes, please use your imagination here, you'll be right on), Elinor studied it for a long minute, scrunched up her face like she smelled something yucky, and then said "I don't think I'd like to have babies after all." Scarred for life, I tell you!

That, combined with the part in the Primary program yesterday where a darling girl said in her adorable English accent, "This year, our Primary children have been disgusting... oh, um, discussing..." has really gone a long way to making me feel less depressed today.

Hooray for the hilarious mortifications of others!