Questa è Enida

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Kitreena obviously had been thinking. So one morning last week on the way to school, we had a few kilometers of this conversation. It was between the ramp down to Jalan Kuching and the ramp up to Jalan Sultan Ismail near Sime Darby and Maju Junction. She knows now that it wasn’t the stork that flew her down to me from the baby-making clouds in the sky. So…

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Kitreena: Mom, did it hurt your vagina when you gave birth to me?

Mommy: Errr… yes, it did. But it healed. *hesitates between the truth and trying not to scare the young girl*

Kitreena: It healed?

Mommy: Oh yeah! I’m not walking funny, am I?

Kitreena: Ha ha ha ha ha ha. No! But why did it hurt?

Mommy: Okay, imagine squeezing a takraw ball through a hole yay big… *motions a hole the size of an IKEA meatball*

Kitreena: Whoaaaaaa! Mommy! Is that even possible?

Mommy: Huh, yeah! You’re here, baby.

Kitreena: No! What I mean is… how could I come out with my head yay big and your vagina yay small? *thanks iCarly for re-introducing the term ‘yay’*

Mommy: It did tear my vagina quite a bit because you came out very quick.

Kitreena: Ouchhh! Mommmm! Tear? *shrieks*

Mommy: But don’t worry. The doctor stitched me back up.

Kitreena: I still don’t understand. It wasn’t just my head. My whole body came out. I can’t imagine it!

Mommy: Wellllll… that’s the magic only mothers have, Monch!

Kitreena: You and your magic, Mom. *she rolls her eyes and knows I would say, “One day when you have children, you’ll understand the magic.”*

Mommy: One day when you have children, you’ll understand the magic.

Kitreena: Yeaah yeaah… *rolls her eyes some more*

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