Your NEVER gonna believe this....

Tonight was like most any other night. We put the boys in the bath, and I was working in the kitchen... Zach came out of the bathroom, wrapped in his towel. Then he made his big announcement...
"Mom, when I came out of your tummy, I was all wet and slippery."
(Insert record scratch.)
I looked up, and seen John was also trying to figure out if what he'd just heard was really what Zach meant to say.
"What Babe?"
"Mom, when I was a little baby, and I came out of your tummy... I was all wet and slippery."
"Yes, yes you were babe." (My head is now racing, trying to remember if we'd seen any videos of live births. Nothing came to mind.)

Then the second bomb dropped.

"And Mom, I was trying to get out of a little hole, but I kept climbing and I couldn't get out."

Ugh...
Ummm.....
Ugh....

Now what the heck do you say to that??

I look to John, and he's no use. His jaw is dropped to the floor, and his eyes are wide as saucers. (Much like his expression during Zach's birth, lol.)

"Mom, I seen a little hole-" He says with his hands cupped in front of his face. "And I tried and tried, but I couldn't come out."
Then he motions a downward movement, and says "I remember going 'whoooop'. Then down, down down... but I still wouldn't come out."

Ugghhh...
Ummmm...
Ugghhh....

Let me give you some back story. I have NEVER felt the need to share with Zach where he came from, exactly. When he asked "Where did you get me and Kyle from?" I simply replied: "When you were all done growing, I went to the hospital, and the doctor gave you to me."

Unlike some moms, I have found no need to share stories about things that seem way too big for a four year old. I have not let Zach look through the pictures we took of his delivery, nor do I watch any graphic sort of television. I don't believe he's ever seen a live birth from any sort of animal... and I am positive I have never referred to any sort of "HOLE".

Fast forward, four years and 362 days.

Ughh...
Ummm...

I am standing in my living room, with my jaw dropped to the floor. I still don't know what to say to him.

I wrap my arms around him, and I say "Yes, you were very wet and slippery when you were born."

Sounding so defeated, he says again "But I just couldn't get out."
(Does anyone remember my labor? He wouldn't come out because the nurse was trying to deliver him 'sunny-side up'. And it wasn't until the doctor pushed him back inside of my womb, twisted him like a pretzel, then let him come back down the canal the right direction, did he finally come out!)

So could someone PLEASE explain to me what he could be talking about besides his birth?

Or is this just normal conversation for a little boy about to turn FIVE?

And if this is normal, I can only wait to see what Kyle has to say about his birth. I had drugs with him... I can only imagine what he'll have to say about it!