Pooh goes to a Montessori preschool. The director, who is also his teacher, is a very interesting character.
I've never really talked about her here, but she's hilariously funny without trying to be. I'm always pretty paranoid that people I know are going to find my blog, so I often try not to talk about people I know in real life. Of course, sometimes I get a little sideways and tell such people that I write this blog.
Anyway, because I'm usually not drunk at the preschool, I've never told the director about my blog.
So now she's fair game.
Last week, she told me that Pooh's favorite book was this one:
And Pooh's favorite part of the book is this one:
So Pooh showed me the book and I said, "Yes, that's the way you were born, but sometimes the doctor has to cut the mom's belly and take the baby out that way."
And the director said "Now, that's too much information."
THAT'S too much information? When exactly does it become too much information? I suppose it's when we start talking about surgery.
Update: This is the page about how babies get there in the first place:
My particular favorite is the man and woman lying in bed apparently thinking love thoughts.
This made more sense when I was unconscious.
8 hours ago