Me:**washing N’s bum**
O:**Looking on, with a disgusted expression**
O: I am never going to have a baby.
O: Because of this (pointing to the dirty diaper), but also because of the surgery and all. I don’t want anyone to cut me open.
Me: But you can have it the other way. The way you were born.
O: Even that is not so great (sic)!
Me: Ok, you don’t have to have children.
O: But I want to. I will adopt.
Me: You will still have to clean the baby’s potty.
O: That is ok, I can manage. But how can we really stop.
Me: Stop what?
O: Stop getting pregnant. What if I get pregnant.
O: Tell me, amma. What if I get pregnant?
Me: You can control that.
Me: When you are older I will explain…
O: Before I get pregnant ok?
She is 8 — old enough to sniff a lie and young enough to freak out. What would you do?