Let me be clear about something: We do not teach sex education in kindergarten.  Not now, not ever.  The day they ask me to teach sex ed to five and six-year-olds is the day I will retire early.

That being said, my friend Mrs. R. who teaches another grade, is expecting. She’s due in a few weeks and well, there is no doubt about how pregnant she is.  Of course she is glowing, but every kid knows what’s going on… or so I thought.

This afternoon, Mrs. R. popped in during Center Time (I was dancing along with the Wii), and Joey, who she knows because she had his older brother, was looking at her tummy rather funny.

“Joey, do you know why Mrs. R.’s belly is so big?” I asked.

(this clipart is not meant to be a representation of Mrs. R. or any pregnant lady... I have no idea why her dress is so short, but Mrs. R. would never dress this way!)
(this clipart is not meant to be a representation of Mrs. R. or any pregnant lady… I have no idea why her dress is so short, but Mrs. R. would never dress this way!)

Without hesitation, he blurted out, “Baby!  There’s a baby in there!”

Well Fiona, also at the Wii, had been watching me talk to Mrs. R. the entire time.  When she heard Joey say the word ‘baby’, her eyes almost popped out of her head.

She walked over to where we were standing and I asked her the same question, “Do you know why her belly is so big?”

Fiona shook her head.

Joey chimed in again, “Baby!  There’s a baby in there!”

Now most kindergartners know – in some fashion – that they came from their mother’s belly.  They don’t know how the baby got in or how it’s going to get out (like a second grader who once assured me she know both), but they don’t really care about those details.

Fiona hadn’t a clue.

She looked at me for confirmation.

“Really, she has a baby in there… and it’s almost done growing, that’s why her belly is so big,” I assured her.

“Feel your belly, feel how it’s mushy,” Mrs. R. directed.

Fiona felt her belly.

“Mine is hard because the baby is taking up so much room,” Mrs. R. said, touching her belly.

Without asking, or a second thought, Fiona reached out and poked Mrs. R.’s belly in disbelief.

She then ran back to her dancing.

We teach it all in kindergarten.  All of it.