Oopsie

So, after I picked up the girls from school yesterday, we met Brian for lunch at one of our favorite "greasy-spoon" places. While we were there, the topic of Brian's upcoming snip-snip came up. Annelise (who is always listening to our conversation) said "What! Daddy is having surgery?? What is he having surgery for?!?" Well, I told her not to worry about it because it was just something minor and it was not serious. She would not give up. So I got frustrated and calmly said : "He is going to have surgery to keep him from being able to have any more babies." Annelise: "But , Mommy, Daddy can't have babies, so what are you talking about?" Open mouth and insert shoe store. I just stared at her and wished for time to go backwards a few minutes. It didn't. She just went on and on "I don't understand, Daddies don't have babies, so why would he need that surgery? That doesn't make sense, yadda yadda yadda." I told her I would explain it to her later. She was ok with that because the chicken fingers came and that was enough to distract her for the moment. So far, she has not asked about it again, thank goodness, because I still have not figured out what I am going to say! I can tell I have not had much sleep lately. Any suggestions would be great as to how to explain this to her! As if that was not bad enough, Emmaline has started with a million questions about Santa Claus. "Mommy, how can Santa deliver presents to everybody in the world? How can he watch all of the kids to see if they are bad or not? Etc., etc....." So I got the wide-eyed deer in the headlights stare at her until I came up with "Well, Santa actually has 2 nights to deliver presents, because when it is night here, it is daytime on the other side of the world. And he knows when you are bad because he is magic." Emmaline : "He is not magic, Mommy, I have seen him on TV and he doesn't look magic to me." Me: "Well, all the Mommies and Daddies have his phone number and we can call and tell him when you are bad or good." E.: " I want to call him. I want his phone number." Me: " It is against the law to have Santa's number when you are a kid. You don't get it until you grow up and have babies." So, that was enough for her. But I can still see the wheels turning in both of their heads and I know that both of them are going to revisit these topics soon. I hope I am gone out and Brian has to deal with them next time. At least Christmas is coming and all of the decorations and presents and activities will be enough to buy me some time for now!