Thursday I talked Brielle into snagging a Del Taco strawberry shake to share. (This delicacy beats anything Starbucks sells and for well under three bucks.)
It didn't take excessive persuasion. But healthy girl that she is, she was helping me justify the purchase as we pulled out of the drive-through.
"Daddy, this strawberry shake is good for you--a little bit good for you."
"Well, yeah, it does have some good things in it, like protein, and calcium, and a little bit of vitamin C and fiber from the strawberries." (OK, so it is a VERY little bit of these latter--but part of the beauty of this shake truly is how many real frozen strawberries they blend in. You really must try one.)
"I know," she said.
She does, too. We often talk nutrients--and lack thereof.
"But it also has a lot of---"
"Sugar," Brielle finished my hackneyed critique for me. "Yeah." A wistful sigh.
"It has a lot of fat too," said I.
"A lot of people like to be skinny," mused Brielle.
A brief fear that our nutritional conversations had begun warping her body image poked its nose into my chest. "Yeah, they do, Brielle." I clung to matter-of-fact-ness.
She took the topic elsewhere, mercifully. "Pregnant ladies are fat and skinny."
"They're skinny on top and they're fat in the middle. Because they have a baby inside their tummy."
I breathed a couple gentle laughs.
"I wonder how God puts the baby inside their tummy." (So much for merciful topic changes.)
"You wonder what?" I asked, feeling suddenly desperate.
"I know God puts the baby in their tummy, but I wonder how He does that."
I considered going there, but decided quickly that I lacked the time and preparation to do so competently. (OK, and I lacked the guts too. But honestly, if holding a cell phone to one's ear is illegal while driving, shouldn't having "the talk" with a 5-year-old be too?)
"That's pretty crazy, huh? We'll have to go to the library and get a book about that."
So...any great book ideas, dear friends? Seriously.