Today was the most horrible day in terms of weather. So when Dexter and I got to school to pick Jaxon up we waited in the car as long as possible to go in to the yard. It was blowing a gale and raining.

We sat there conversing. Dexter is curious about being born and asked if he was in my tummy, did he kick his way out?

I said no, the Doctor had to cut me (showed him where) and take him out and then the Doctor had to sew me back up.

He asked if it hurt and I answered, it hurt me, but not you.

Then he looked over at me and said “That’s really gross Mum”