My daughter looked at me across the table. “How are babies made?” she asked in between mouthfuls of Weetbix.
Oh God, she’s only 5, I thought. What on earth do I say?
“Well,” I said. “Women have eggs inside them—”
“Yes, darling. All women have eggs inside their bodies. All men have sperm. When the sperm – ”
“No Mum, people don’t have eggs.”
“Yes, they do. When sperm touches the egg it fertilises –”
“No Mum! Only chickens have eggs.”
It got me thinking; why do we refer to sex education as “the birds and the bees talk”? It should be called “the hens and the roosters talk”.