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Erik, my little social blotting pad...

This child has always been so observant and such a social sponge, and yet he's - at the same time - socially naive...

When he was about 5, I found him and Luey playing with their "babies" and putting them to bed etc. Erik directed Luey to give his baby a bottle, and I (ignoring the fact them my sons weren't likely to ever lactate) asked him why the baby was having a bottle. He said that babies have bottles, and I said that he didn't, and Luey didn't, and most babies we knew in person didn't because they were breastfed, and he came right back with, "Well, SOME babies have bottles!" What could I say, all the modelling in the world hadn't stopped him absorbing that in our society, many babies DO feed from bottles...

So, then yesterday, at the shopping centre, I mentioned something about being pregnant. I'd already told the kids a couple of weeks ago, but it's like he didn't hear me the first time, and so he goes, "You're having a BABY?" I said, yes, I'd already told him this (deja vu to so many conversations with his father)... He goes, "How do you know. you haven't been to the doctor!" Well, rofl, after picking my jaw off the table, and rolling my eyes, I say to him, "Let me just explain something to you here and now, so you know this for the rest of you life... Women do not NEED to go to the doctor to find out they are pregnant!" So, then he wanted to know how I knew, and I told him about my the home pregnancy test I did - yeah, yeah, I could have told him about the missed period, the sore boobs, the morning sickness, but well, we were in a food court at lunch time, and I didn't feel up to the whole birds and bees conversation there and then...

Again, why would he think I had to go to the doctor to find out I was pregnant, I've never done this before. He's just absorbed it, like a social blotting pad!

And yet, he can be so socially naive. He completely does not pick up on people getting tired of his endless energetic outbursts, or letting other people finish talking before he starts, that sort of thing... Yes, he is a lot like his mother, hahaha...

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