birds and bees

Yesterday while I was helping the boys clean their room Benjamin said, "Mom, where do babies come from?" I had sort of been expecting a question like this and thought these conversations would be a natural result of my pregnancy. So I gave a little explanation that would suit a four year old and felt pleased both that the boys were starting to be curious about these things and that I felt ready to discuss it with them. Then I turned to look at Benjamin and saw that he was holding a tiny yellow ball in his hand. Then he clarified, "No . . . . BBs."