Gertie announced at breakfast that she had been studying reproduction at school.
Me choking on my cornflakes was taken as a sign to proceed.
"We were mostly looking at where the eggs come from and how they go through a system inside you."
At this point her younger brother decided to intervene.
"Eggs don't go through a system," Eddie explained dismissively. "They go through a duck."
I spluttered again. The cornflakes were not going down well this morning.
In other news, we have been doing this:
At least I can be safe in the knowledge that discussion of pelvic floor is a good few years off.
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