LitWit Challenge 2.12: The Birds and the Bees
Do you remember how you learned about sex and reproduction? I don’t recall my parents ever giving me the talk. I think I saw some cusswords etched on a school desk, asked around for definitions, and extrapolated the rest.
In the fourth grade or so we were shown an educational film about cells, mitosis, embryos, but there was no explanation of how the necessary cells were delivered to the mother’s body, etc.
Your challenge this week: In 500 words or less, explain where babies come from. Imagine that your audience is a four-year-old child.
Post your answers in Comments. The deadline is at 11.59 pm on Saturday, 22 May 2010. The reader who submits the best answer will receive these:
Three very good Young Adult novels, as opposed to the dreck that all the tweens are reading. (More distressing: 30+ year-old women “see themselves” in the Twilight books. Yikes!) The Hunger Games and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, plus my advance reader’s copy (Collectible!) of When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead.
Start explaining. The Weekly LitWit Challenge is brought to you by the wonderful people of National Bookstore.
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May 18th, 2010 at 05:47
Inherently evil, as all children are, Chrysler has been pillaging the underside of Ares’ and Apollo’s mattress to loot some copies of Brent Corrigan magazines for recreational reading. (Yes, there are conservative gay men, too.) As precocious and cunning as all people who are inherently evil, she wanted to know everything; “Daddy, what are they doing?” asked she to his adoptive parents.
A nonchalant Ares answered, “They’re showing each other their love–but only people over 18 can do that. You’re only 4.”
“So are they making babies?” Chrysler showed off. She goes to a kindergarten school that’s as liberal as the gay community they live in in Los Banos.
“No, honey. Babies come from the banga of Maria Makiling.” This time, it was Apollo who answered, in his usual doting manner, to the child he thinks is rather adorable.
“But teacher Jean said that a grown man and a grown woman make babies when they make love.”
“That’s what they tell babies like you. Chrysler, you’re reading Iliad, right? Your classmates have only read Lois Lowry. You are way ahead of the game,” snorted Ares. He does not baby-talk to babies, only to grown men. Or to boys over 16.
In support to his baby-talking man, Apollo added, “That’s true, baby. You know how we got you? We asked Maria Makiling for you. We told them that we are in love, too much in love, and we need a little nymph like you to catch all the love that have spilt from our own banga.”
Not one to challenge her adoptive parents’ godly wisdom (despite her inherent evil nurtured by reading stories of murder, pillaging and rape at an early age), Chrysler summed up that days’s erudtion: “So, babies come from Maria Makiling’s banga which catches the love that you spill when your own banga overflows.”
Babies are spilt love.
May 18th, 2010 at 13:21
Just commenting. I hope tweens read your blog so that they will be inspired to read books other than the Twilight series. I don’t pretend to be intellectual and don’t really read heavy books but I can’t stand Twilight. There’s just no entertainment in that.
May 18th, 2010 at 14:27
Dreck. I love it. The word, I mean. I agree with bashing Twilight; it’s the next best thing you can do to the series, aside from completely ignoring these books in the first place.
May 18th, 2010 at 16:46
Little Girl:
Babies come from a special kind of dance that older boys like your daddy and older girls like your mommy do when they’re together.
As we grow older our bodies change. Our hands and feet get bigger, some of us start growing hair all over our bodies, and we all start feeling things we’re not used to when we’re younger. When you’re older, you might like fixing your hair more or painting your nails more than you like playing with stuffed bears.
In the same way, when you’re older, you’ll want to play with boys in a different way from the way you’re doing so now. You’ll start to feel it while you’re growing up and your body will start changing.
Then one day, when your body is ready, you’ll start to become more curious about boys. Until one day your body will tell you that it wants to do the special dance with a boy. This is perfectly normal but you have to be careful when it happens. Because once you do that special dance with a boy, there’s a big chance that you’re going to become a mommy too. So make sure you’re ready when the time comes and make sure that the boy you dance with will also be ready.
The special dance has a lot of hugging and kissing and can only be done by just the two of you with no one else is around. That’s why a lot of people don’t talk about it much. It’s something that people usually keep secret between them and their partners. They call that special dance sex and that’s where babies come from.
Little Boy:
Same intro as for girls…
When you’re older, you’ll start to feel that talking to girls or playing with girls will probably become even more fun than playing with your favorite toys.
One day when your body is ready, you’ll start to get even more curious about girls. You’ll start to pay attention to how they talk, look, and move. Then you’ll start to feel that you want to do the special dance with a girl. This is perfectly normal but you have to be careful it happens. You have to be sure to save it for the right girl and she has to want to dance with you too. You might become a daddy too after that special dance so think about it only when you’re ready to become one.
Same last paragraph….
May 18th, 2010 at 17:04
So,you were asking how you came into this world,meaning how you became ___________(child’s name)? Honey, three years ago,you were just a teeny weeny baby. But you are now growing. Isn’t that something? You are growing day by day,just like us when we were as small as you. Before you became a baby, you started out like a chick–you know,the little yellow chickens that you see walking around the yard with their mother hen-they were just like you. Like them,you were in your mommy’s tummy for some time. But unlike them,you didn’t hatch from an egg. You were born just like you are today,only when you were born you were much much tinier,and you were so pink,cuddly and you kept crying! How did you get there in your mommy’s tummy? Your daddy put you there. He put you there because he loves your mommy and he loves you too. That’s what daddies do-they put babies in mommys’ tummy so that they can be born,and grow and become mommy and daddy’s little angels. …..What do you mean “what does foreplay mean?”,You are four,for crying out loud!Enough questions for now.
May 18th, 2010 at 18:32
Hi all. My name is denise. I just turned 18 this may, which I think is about the right time to join the club of nerdy, and snorting essay writers, and impulsive keyboard bangers of this upcoming generation. I have hopes of making compositions that have the power to permeate and pierce the very gut of the filthy, shameless pirates who pillage this country of its gold worth in a brewing mocha java of potentials.
Anyway, before I get carried away , I’d like to say this is my first time to participate in such a contest. Right now, i keep getting a surge of ideas, and metaphors pummeling against my cranium. And as a stressor, my brother in full pubescent immaturity, along with his carbon-copy set of friends are here with me right now providing a dizzying orchestra of frat-boy commentary on all things worthy of one swig of vodka. I hope I put them down coherently and sensibly enough for the dear readers to enjoy despite the current situation.
So, here it is: may I embody the same state of perfected collectedness of saffy the housecat after meditating upon the mysteries of catfood as I write this.
Our story begins in the far, far away land of bon temps, Louisiana. People of this town often spoke kindly of each other. Never was an unkind word uttered against a fellow inhabitant of bon temps. it is also interesting to take note that the people spoke strangely, as if their tongue rebelled against the words: ‘bill’ became ‘bayle’ just as the word ‘tell’ became ‘teyle.’ The people of bon temps didn’t mind that they spoke differently from everyone else in the world, though. For them, it was their differences that made them special. They didn’t bother to question either why they were created in such a way by God, for they knew that God only had the best intentions for them.
Among the sunny citizens of bon temps, one girl stood out as being the most different from the rest. Her name was sookie Stackhouse, not stack of pancakes like you would imagine, but Stackhouse. She wasn’t a princess or anything like that like you usually watch from the always-enchanting Disney movies. In reality, she was born to a family that wasn’t rich, but wasn’t poor either. They just had enough to eat, to wear, and to sleep on, and for this she and the rest of her family were grateful.
Sookie was delightfully different from you and me. And that was that she could tell what youre really thinking. As in really, really thinking. This might scare you a little, but im here to tell you that sookie was a very kind, and very freckled human being whose gap-toothed smile was always as sweet, lush, and strange as a caramel-frosted cupcake on an all-sugar diet.
although, to tell you the truth, it sometimes made sookie sad looking into people’s thoughts for some had bad thoughts in their wild cranium. With the love of her sweet ‘ol ray of sunshine granny, her brother—the sunny-haired, rosy-cheeked Jason, and her bestest friend through it all, the grumpy but lovely tara.
They were a ravishing bunch of people. They promised each other that they would stick with each other, no matter what. doesnt matter if it rained silly cats and silly dogs. (But of course, even though strange things do happen in bon temps, nothing that strange ever will!) they would be there for one another like peanut butter and jelly. Or mashmallows and chocolate. Or ice cream and sprinkles. Or even dirt and worms. (ew!)
Then, one day. a brooding gentleman walks into the restaurant sookie works in. he was a handsome, dark-haired, scarecrow. Sookie takes a long, hard look at the new guest trying to read his mind, but guess what, all of a sudden she couldn’t read this mind! This baffled and intrigued sookie, so finally after a few moments of assembling the puzzles of the strange situation, she summons up the courage to talk to this fresh new addition. This mean looking man who never seemed to smile turned out to be a very nice man. He introduces himself as mr. bill. Funny name for a funny dude.
As the hours went by, they just chatted and chatted, chatted until the mad hatter from alice in wonderland in another realm forgot his name was the ‘mad hatter!’
As they got to know each other through the days, they noticed that they were feeling something they had not felt before. It was like a river of happy feelings flowing through them ever so gracefully. It was so magical, and beautiful that sookie’s smile put to shame all the sugary sweets of that town and her supple cheeks were ever-so-aflush like a peach that never rots.
So happy was this sparkling new couple that they decided to have a baby of their own. They prayed everyday to Almighty God to give them a bouncing new blob. This would complete their family and provide that missing link that they have been wanting for so long, ever since they locked eyes at one another. This would be another journey in their life, and a sweet one that they wouldn’t replace for any anything in the world. Everyday, they prayed and prayed for this one miracle. After months of prayer, God answered them. God called them through the telephone and said “you must bake me 3 fancy cupcakes, one for me, the Holy Spirit, and lastly, for my homeboy, Jesus.”
In no time after receiving the phone call, mr. bill and sookie got to work. Busting out their aprons and cooking utensils and equipment, they ran from corner to corner of the kitchen getting ingredients for this wicked sugar, sugar, sugar endeavor. One by one, they created recipes in their ever-flourishing cranium. The 1st one they came up with was cherry-chocolate cupcakes with cream-cheese fennel frosting. (yum!) on top of it they added a red cut out of a star made of fondant as a nice little touch. Thereby finishing it off with a whimsical bite. God will be pleased with it, they thought. The 2nd one they made, they took inspiration from the land of the mysterious and robust: india. With the magic of spices at hand and their earthly soul in full bloom, they had made chocolate-chai cupcakes with chai buttercream. Indeed, the Holy Spirit will taste of our delicate labor here. He will be pleased. “His phantasmic eyes will end up in half-moons of pleasure by the time he finishes it,” said bill. and lastly, for their third cupcake, they had decided on using that one fruit to represent the sweetness in their union, the peach. Such a fruit was so lavish and luscious they they thought it would please Jesus’ one-time earthly longings during the summers. Thus, they made late summer peach, blueberry, and thyme cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.
At last! They were done.
They presented these cupcakes to the Holy trinity, and sure enough, they passed the test!
“bill, sookie, here is your child. For you have nourished us, this is our testimony. By this miracle, I have created a baby.”
Bill and Sookie were elated. They were completely overjoyed and filled with happiness. Now that they are armed to the teeth with love, they can conquer anything.
May 18th, 2010 at 20:07
Mia, her little girl, with a head full of jet-black curls, and a face as round as a melon, looked like one of the cherubs she saw in church. From her monoblock chair, she saw her youngest sister, Carol, with James, a tall, lanky young man she had seen twice or thrice in their sala bringing flowers and giant teddy bears. Carol was holding her baby boy, as relatives and friends fawned over the new addition to their clan. She noticed the slight frown in her father’s face, and knew that he was not all too pleased.
“Mama,” Mia said, patting her thigh. “Where did Miko come from?”
She took a long sip of her iced tea, and paused, before smiling. Mia grinned widely, knowing that it was time for a story, and Mia climbed onto her lap and sat there, as she usually would for a midday story. She then turned to her little girl. “Once upon a time, a young girl, who looked like Snow White, was invited by a handsome prince to a party, a party for him by the king and the queen–”
“Did she like the prince?”
“Yes, because he was nice and handsome.” She looked up at Carol again, before looking back at Mia. “The handsome prince liked the young girl too, because she was the prettiest girl in the town. The young girl went to the party in blue dress, like Cinderella’s, but with glitters that looked shiny at night.”
“Then?”
“The young girl and her handsome prince danced, and they ate a lot and laughed with the other young boys and girls from the town. But, once it was really dark, long after little girls like you would be asleep, the young boys and the young girls had to drink a gold potion.”
Her little girl’s eyes went wide. “Why?”
“Because the king said that it would make the young boys stronger and the young girls prettier. But the gold potion didn’t taste like chocolate. It tasted like ampalaya and smelled bad. But if they drank the gold potion until morning, the town would have more young, strong boys and young, pretty girls.”
“Oh.”
“So, all the young boys and the young girls drank the gold potion, because they wanted to be strong and pretty, and they wanted the town to have more strong boys and more pretty girls. They wanted the king and the entire town to be happy and lively, like it was during the party. They drank and drank the gold potion until it was already morning. Then, when they woke up, there were more strong boys and more pretty girls, just like the king said. The town became happier, and the young girl and her prince, and all the young boys and young girls, lived happily ever after. The end.”
Her little girl looked up, slightly confused. “Mama, Miko came from the gold potion?”
“Yes,” She said, smiling wryly. “Miko came from the gold potion.”
May 18th, 2010 at 23:10
When two people love each other and decided that they want to spend the rest of their lives together, they do a certain act of love to start building their own family. Dad gives mom the sign of his love and devotion: the cells from his body that will be able to help mom have a baby. A cell from mom’s body is the one who answers dad’s gift and when those cells united, it will be the bridge for them to have a baby. The process is somehow private and must be done only when mom and dad are alone. Do you know how a caterpillar turns into a very beautiful butterfly? The transformation does not happen in just a snap. There will be a cycle. The same goes with babies. Before becoming a real baby, he must first go through a cycle inside mom’s body. That way, he will be given the right amount of preparation and nutrition that he will need in order to leave. It is also a way for mom to become really close with her baby so they will properly understand each other. It will be hard for mom to carry the baby inside her all the time but because she loves him, she will endure the pain and will focus on the happiness that they are going to have when the baby is finally born. That is how much mothers love their children. Do you know that a lot of moms actually die just to give the gift of live to their beloved babies? As you grow older, you will understand it better for sure. You might even see a lot of stuff in the television about it which might twist that innocent mind of yours. Remember, not everything that you see in the television is right, okay? You just have to trust me regarding this. Babies are born because of love. Love is a mysterious thing and because of its mysteriousness, people do mysterious stuff because of it.
May 18th, 2010 at 23:46
@mexicanmoon_x: Oy, oy, di lahat ng mga tao dito nerd. Si Jessica lang. (Feeling close? Hahaha!)
Here’s my entry.
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“Saan galing ang mga babies?”
“Sa mga mommies, siyempre. Ibang klase kasi ang katawan ng mga mommies. Di tulad ng mga daddies, di sila tumitigil sa pag-laki. Tignan mo yung picture mo nung baby ka pa. Di ba ang liit litt mo pa noon? Pero ngayon, ang laki mo na. Ganun lang ‘yun. Ang mga mommies, tuloy-tuloy lang silang lumalaki. Kapag hindi na kaya ng mga katawan nila ang pag-grow nila kailangan na nilang gumawa ng baby para malipat yung sobrang parts ng katawan nila. Pero ‘di nila magagawa yun kung walang daddy. Si daddy naman, gagamit ng isang magic wand tulad nung ginagamit ng mga magicians. Ang gagawin lang nila, sasabihin lang nila ang magic word tapos ipo-point nila ang magic wand nila sa tummy ni Mommy. Tapos, poof! Mula sa tummy ni mommy, magsisimula nang mag-grow yung baby.”
May 19th, 2010 at 02:08
i like Franzi’s explanation =)
May 19th, 2010 at 02:51
…reposting…had to edit..my punctuations suck..
The Angel Food Cake Gestation
It was the ninth of June when your dad and I made our first ever angel food cake together. And it was a magical experience.
Baking an angel food cake begins with mixing Mr. Milk and Mrs. Eggs together. But it needs more than those two ingredients. Flour. Sugar. Salt. Vanilla. You name it, we have it! It was like God provided everything for us. All we had to do was put the “stuff together” and “work them well”; gently but well. We don’t want to rush things. Remember, all in good time.
When everything “cums together” at last, we put the batter into a “tube pan” and let it bake in an oven of warmth and love.
After a while, an amazing thing will happen. You’ll notice when you check in on the cake at frequent intervals that it becomes bigger, fuller – signs that the cake is rising, developing and completing maturity in a safe and warm haven.
Again, we wait a little more. Remember, all in good time.
The baking process concludes with an aura. It may be the chime of the oven timer, the sweet smell of the cake baking or simply an indescribable sensation – the expectation of something wonderful coming. You just know it.
And then you open the oven door, hoping everything worked out perfectly, you see the angel cake, magnificent and wonderful. You might be afraid to hold it at first because you might trip on your way to the cake rack and destroy everything; the softness, the airy lightness. But then it occurs to you that the sweet angel is yours, it’s what you’ve waited for so long, it’s what you’ve poured your love and time into and you’ll do everything to treasure and protect the angel.
So you take the angel into your arms and you feel its warmth, smell the sweetness, and realize that it is the most delicate thing there is; perfectly golden. If only you can hold the angel forever.
After all the considerable labor of love and patient anticipation, you now enjoy the wonder of a freshly baked miracle in your arms and say with a sigh “isn’t she beautiful?”.
All in good time! # tortorra
May 19th, 2010 at 10:05
I went through this challenge in real life. My five year old nephew asked me when I was pregnant why my belly was big.
Nephew: Why do you have a big tummy?
Me: Because I am carrying my baby.
Nephew: Why is there a baby inside?
Me: Because babies have to sleep inside my tummy first before they are strong enough to come out. Remember the baby chickens that came out of the eggs? It’s just like that but baby people stay inside the tummy instead of inside an egg.
Nephew (shouts at my belly): Baby, come out already let us play!
Me (gets a maternity book with photos of baby’s development per month): He will come out when he is already like this (9 months). Right now, he is still like this (5 months).
Nephew: Ah, okay. Can I have some Milo?
I know this doesn’t completely answer the birds and the bees question but he didn’t specifically ask how the baby was formed. I find that it’s easier to answer kids’ questions truthfully and at their level when you give a answer specific to their question and not bring up related topics. When they ask about or bring up those related topics, that’s the time when they’re ready to understand. So what am I going to say when he asks how babies are formed? I’m not yet sure exactly, but I’m sure that I will definitely using the words “sex”, “penis” and “vagina”. And have a book with illustrations. That’s how I learned about the birds and the bees.
May 19th, 2010 at 19:17
I am reminded of a very funny friend’s theory on how gay babies are made. It’s a riot, I tell you, but it’s tempting censorship in all the right places. The graphic obscenity with which the details are narrated will confuse the four year old. It will paralyze the fourteen year old. And it will sicken the twenty four year old, unless he or she has been well trained in the basest kind of toilet humor to a tolerable degree. It is an awfully lascivious narration, to say the least, and it works well with the mother tongue of the decidedly homosexual. It was explained, anyway, by a genius of the vernacular.
I imagine myself explaining the birds and the bees, and I shudder at the thought of how self-defeating the entire exercise will become. The straights will do, I reckon, as far as these things go. And I’ll stay out of it dahil playtime kaming mga bakla!
“Ganitrelles kasi yan-cheenabelle. Kapag na-Ella Mae Saison ang isang umbaw at ang isang merlatchina, (interruption: “Bakla! Haves ka pa ng suba? Pa-experience watashi at dibdibang chika itechiwa!”) tapos super-bet nila ang isa’t isa, o kahit witchelles na, kahit nga ngenge ang bilat eh shoot na yun sa Top Ten Semi. Alam mo yaen!Wa-i lang arti artihang eksena at may-I-Bonnie Tyler na ang aura. Isalang na yang Piano in the Dark at kakanta watashi!”
Haha, cheers!
Ella Mae Saison – elya, libog
umbaw – hombre, guy
merlatchina – merlat, bilat, girl
witchelles – wit, hindi
ngenge – lasing
suba – cigarette
bet – like, gusto, “Bet mo ba?”
**belles, trelles, kelles, chelles, cheena, chiwa are suffixes
May 20th, 2010 at 05:36
“Anak, sigurado ka ba gusto mo bang malaman kung saan nanggagaling ang baby?”
“Talagang-talaga? Nood na lang tayo ng Barney!”
But seriously…
“Bigyan na lang kita ng kendi. Masakit ang ulo ko. Tulog muna ako. Mamaya mo na lang ako tanungin.”
May 20th, 2010 at 13:42
where do babies come from?
What’s that between your legs? Pekpek, that’s right, every girl has it. What do boys have? Titi. Gusto mo ba makita ng boys yung pekpek mo? Hindi. Gusto mo ba makita yung titi nung boys? Hindi rin ‘di ba? E ‘pag gagawa ng baby kailangan yung pekpek at titi mag-kiss. ‘Di ba ang kini-kiss mo lang yung love mo? Mas lalo naman yung pekpek at titi, dapat love na love na love nila bago sila magki-kiss kasi secret mo ‘yan e, kaya nga lagi mo tinatago, kaya lahat ng tao may suot na panty at brief. Kaya nga ang gumagawa lang ng baby ‘yung mga kasal kasi ibig sabihin love na love na love nila yung isa’t isa like sina mommy at daddy, wala na silang secret from each other.
May 21st, 2010 at 12:34
So sad can’t join now. Too busy. Ü I’ll be joining the next challenge. =)
May 21st, 2010 at 14:24
Where do babies come from? It’s like when your dad wants some Coke and he goes to a vendo machine. He puts coins or a bill to the machine and waits. Then after a few moments his Coke gets out of the vendo machine. That Coke is the baby.
May 21st, 2010 at 20:15
Narrator: In the land where everything can talk and everything is an obvious representation of something real.
Mr.Twinkies: What a hot and humid day. I am more squishy than usual.
Sun: My fault, it’s this time of the year when I had to be extra furious. What’s so bad about being squishy anyway?
MT: When I’m too squishy, I look like a flaccid..(Stopped mid-sentence when he saw Ms. Doughnut.)
N: Ms. Doughnut is Mr. Twinkies’ wife; the love of his life. He fell in love the instant he saw that her hole is exactly the same diameter as his girth. It was a perfect match and they thought they were a perfect couple, even more so when the birds and the bees and the flower and the trees started to sing. They knew it was Love.
Ms.Doughnut: Hi Twinkiedoo. It’s hot isn’t it? (Turned to S) I know it’s your fault, no need to explain. (Looked at MT) You look ill, you look like a flaccid…(stopped mid-sentence when she noticed that MT is suddenly growing in size)
N: Birds started to chirp, bees started to buzz, flowers swayed and the trees rustled
MD:…What’s happening to you?
MT: (blushing…trying hard to remain soft…looking more and more constipated by the minute)
MD:…
S:…
MT:(to himself) I’m a twinkie, I am soft…must remain soft…aarrgh
N: Moon arrived before Sun had a chance to leave, entranced by the bizarre, untwinkilike transformation of Mr. Twinkie.
Moon, as soon as it saw the same, momentarily lost his sense and almost bumped into Sun. At that exact moment when it was about to hit Sun it veers off just enough to pass by few inches from Sun’s front…ahhh Eclipse…and the birds began to chant, bees began to dance, flowers showered everything with a sweet, opulent aroma. And the tree spreads its branches, then swooped its leafy arms toward Mr. Twinkie and Ms. Doughnut, covering them in darkness.
And Mr. Twinkie, in spite of his venerable attempt to preserve his identity as a soft twinkie, can not hold it much longer. Ms. Doughnut wanting to help her husband hugged him tight but in her nervousness, accidentally plunked him through her cavity. A perfect fit. Mr. Twinkie grew even more agitated, he turned candy-hard and the pressure inside him grew stronger until…bam…all his creamy, luscious fillings exploded.
Next day, when Tree lifted his arm, together with Ms. Doughnut and Mr. Twinkie, were cute little Munchkins.
May 21st, 2010 at 23:24
“Mom, dad, how did I come to this world?”
Katniss was caught surprised with the question of her daughter. She just thought that her little daughter is still too young to ask such query.
Peeta wrapped his hands in the shoulders of his wife as if he felt her uneasiness to be asked by such question.
“I can tell and show you if you like,” Peeta smiled at his daughter whose eyes brimmed with innocent delight.
“Oh, yes dad!”
Katniss elbowed her husband and snapped at him.
“What do you mean, ‘show’ her?” she hissed.
Peeta just smiled sheepishly which immediately melted Katniss heart and forgot why was she annoyed in the first place. He gave his wife a light kiss on the lips and approached her daughter to gather her in his arms and they made their way to his drawing room.
Peeta spent a great deal of time in this room to pursue his love in arts. He worked tirelessly to create several works of arts. This is to express his love to his wife, to release his inner demons of the past and pay homage to contentment that they enjoy now.
“Dad, are you going to draw me?” the girl asked his father as her mom followed them. She always like the paintings of her dad. For her, her dad is the best artist in the world.
“Yes, I will paint how you got here on this world,” he started, rather serious.
“At the beginning, the world of your mom and mine was pitch black,” he started to put the initial colors on his canvas. “Life was so difficult, we have to work our hardest to survive. Food was scarce, injustice was everywhere. Sadness and fear were sowed in the hearts of the people. There is no ray of hope as a sign that better days are coming.”
Peeta continued to layer some more somber colors which made the girl sad and even scared.
“But then, when our spirit was almost broken, me and your mom were given a chance to know more about each other,” he mixed some more hue and mix it with creative intensity. “We were thrown in an arena that we have to face our greatest fears and fight for our own life. But because of her I understood what happiness is. When I am with your mom, hardships and pains are irrelevant.”
“Dad, I think mom lights up your world!” the girl observed as the painting became layers of bright colors.
“Yes, she does,” Katniss put her hands to his shoulders that Peeta gently touched.
“Your mom was very brave, she illuminated a world which was shackled with fear and despair. We fought alongside her, there had been sacrifices before the victory. But as people stood united against the tyranny, a new start was given to those who were once oppressed.”
“Mom, it’s you!” the girl excitedly pointed out the portrait of her mother which was now made with colors as radiant as the rainbow.
“After that, your mom decided that you should enjoy the world which is now free and peaceful,” with his graceful hands, he made quick strokes with his paintbrush. “ And because we love each other, we got married and have you,” his voice had been soothing and the child did not take her eyes off the canvas as his father continued to work his magic on his art. “We want you to learn the lessons of the past to guard the present and to secure future. We want you not to forget what had been and be the symbol of what could be.”
Peeta gave his composition its’ final touches and on it, Katniss is lovingly cradling their daughter securely in her arms.
May 21st, 2010 at 23:29
Pa-enter po ulit:
Say what? You want to know where babies come from? Okay ummm, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you know. But wait; to totally sidestep your question, do you want to know where daddies and mommies come from instead? It is way more interesting I promise. Oh please, stop pouting. You’re barely a four year old yet and most everything amuses you so just listen. So I want you to look at your hands. They are small right? Of course they’re strong hands but I mean compared to mine, your auntie’s or lolo’s they’re not that big. Guess what? Way before your mom was a mom and your dad was a dad, they had small hands like you. Like you, they spent those days playing with their toys or if they were REALLY like you, shoving those toys in their mouth (stop doing that by the way).
And then they both grew up. Their bodies changed and parts grew bigger – use your imagination. You look constipated all of a sudden. Don’t worry; growing up is a slow process and you‘ll be a kid for quite some time so just relax. Anyway, there are a lot of reasons people need to grow and get big. One of them is when you’re bigger then you’re stronger and able to take care of yourself. You’ll also be able to take care of other people who maybe are smaller or can’t take care of themselves. Somewhere along the line, your mom and dad met each other and became the best of friends. They liked each other so much they decided to live together and invite a third person into their lives. They decided to have you.
Now it’s a little tricky explaining what happens next without grossing you out. You know how girl parts and boy parts are different? Well, even if that’s so, they fit in with each other. Think of Lego blocks and how they connect. When your mom and dad did this, they managed to exchange a little a bit of themselves with each other. You ended up in your mom’s tummy. So yeah, in a sense you’re one half parts your mom and the other your dad, but the great thing is that you’re really your own different person. You slept and steadily grew inside your mom for nine months and then decided to come out in a fit of crying. And by doing this, you turned your mom and dad into parents. It’s hard to believe, but you’re probably going to want to go through this process yourself when you’re way older. And that’s where grandparents come from. In the same way, this is where great-great grandparents come from. And great-great-great grandparents and so on.
May 22nd, 2010 at 19:42
Boys have penis, the little dangling thing in between their legs *4 year-olds saying “ohhh”*. Yes, that’s what we call them. Not birds. Meanwhile, girls have a hole in between their legs, its called vagina. Va-gi-na. They’re not flowers and they don’t smell anything like one either. So, say it with me, Pe-nis. Pe-nis. Va-gi-na. Va-gi-na. From now on, use those words when pertaining to your body parts. Otherwise, don’t say them. Okay?
These two are important parts of our body that’s why we don’t go around showing them to everyone. They must be kept clean and covered. Why? Because they stink and can make you do stupid and sometimes bad things. No. No. Don’t be scared of them. That’s the purpose of not exposing those two to anyone unless you’re married like your parents. Okay?
Now, in order to make a baby, a sperm and an egg must unite. *a child butts in: like the one we eat sunny side up?* Nooooo. They don’t have shells. Let us just call them that until your science teacher explains why in the future. Your daddies and all the other boys have sperms in their body while your mommies and all the other girls have eggs inside theirs.
When you are old enough, you will start to feel something towards the opposite sex, sometimes on the same sex but we will not dwell on that. When you feel this “something” called love, you improve your relationship with that person until you get married. Remember what I said earlier? When you are married, you can now show your vagina or penis to your husband or wife.
Most of the time, when a penis sees a vagina, it gets excited that’s why it becomes hard and in some cases, long. And because your parents want to have you, the penis inserts the sperm from your Daddy’s body into the hole which is your Mommy’s vagina in a series of steps, just like dancing. After that, the sperm and the egg unite and it grows bigger and bigger inside your mother’s body. When you get so much bigger your mommy’s body cannot handle you anymore, you come out normally in the same hole where your daddy’s sperm entered. However, some babies cannot go that way so the doctor just opens your mommy’s tummy and get you out. *children gasp* Of course, they close it again *smile*. That’s where you come from. You are the unity of your parents.
May 22nd, 2010 at 23:05
“Nay, saan ba ako galing?” Tanong ni Inday habang naglalaro ng paper dolls.
“Sa tiyan ko.” Sagot ng ina nya habang nagbabasa ng dyaryo.
“Paano naman ako nakarating d’yan?”
“Pinagtulungan namin ng Tatay mong ilagay ka d’yan.” Sagot ng ina na nagsisimulang nang kinakabahan sa pinupuntahan ng pinag-uusapan nila.
“Paano nyo naman nagawa ‘yun?” Hirit pa ni Inday.
“Tanungin mo na lang ang tatay mo.” Sagot ng ina sabay labas ng kwarto sa takot na pay pahabol na follow-up questions pa ang anak.
May 22nd, 2010 at 23:20
ganito yun.
Kapag kasi nagmamahalan ang isang babae at isang lalaki na parehong nasa tamang edad na, meron silang nararamdaman. Yung nararamdaman nila, pangmatanda lang yun ha, hindi mo pa yun mararamdaman sa ngayon. So ayun na nga, nagsisimula ang lahat sa nararamdaman. Alam mo ba yung pakiramdam na binigyan ka ng regalo tapos yung regalong yun ang pinakagusto mo sa buong mundo? Halimbawa, matagal mo ng gusto yung iron man 2 helmet tapos yun ang binigay sayo, anong mararamdaman mo? Hindi ba parang sobrang matutuwa ka, sobrang sarap sa pakiramdam kapag nakuha mo na yung gusto mo tapos hindi ka na makapaghintay na magsolo at laruin na yung iron man two? Parang ganon ang nararamdaman ng mga matandang nagmamahalan, natutuwa, nasasabik, sumasarap ang pakiramdam nila tapos gusto din nila mag-isa na din sila, gusto na din nila magsolo.
ngayon kapag mag-isa na sila, kapag silang dalawa na lang ang nasa kwarto, dun nila pinapakita ang sobrang kasiyahan nila, ang sobrang katuwaan na nararamdaman nila. Kapag matanda ka na, makakaisip ka ng maraming paraan kung paano mo maipapakita ang kasiyahang nararamdaman mo sa isang tao. Halimbawa, e di gusting-gusto mo nga iron man 2, tapos binigay ko sayo, pano mo mapapakita na sobrang saya mo sa regalo ko? Di ba kinikiss at hinuhug mo ako? Parang ganon ang ginagawa ng mga matanda pero nga dahil sa matanda na sila, mas marami silang naiisip na paraan kung paano nila pinapakita yung nararamdaman nila.
Kapag matanda na ang dalawang tao at masaya nilang pinapakita ang nararamdaman nila sa isa’t-isa sa kwarto, minsan, may nagyayaring kakaiba. Minsan, may nagiging bunga ang kasiyahan nilang yun. Nagbubunga, ibig sabihin..ganito, di ba halimbawa, ang puno, kapag diniligan mo, namumunga sya? Parang ganon, sa sobrang dami ng paraan ng pagpapakita nila ng pagmamahalan, pati ang pagdidilig at pamumunga, kaya nilang gawin. Pero ha, mga matatanda lang ang pwedeng makagawa nun, hindi pwede ang bata.
Tapos yung bunga na yun, sa tiyan lagi ng babae napupunta. Kasi ang tiyan ng babae, kapag nasa tamang edad na ang babae ha, nagkakaroon ng mga bagay na pwedeng magpalaki sa bunga na yun. Kaya ng tiyan ng babae na alagaan yung bunga, pakainin, paliguan, parang may sariling bahay yung bunga tapos ang nagmamay-ari nung bahay e yung babae. Tapos sa kakaalaga nung babae dun sa bunga, lumalaki yung bunga. Unti-unting nagiging tao yung bunga. Oo tao, parang ikaw. Isipin mo ang sarili mo na kasing liit ng mani. Parang ganon ang bunga na inaalagaan ng babae sa tiyan nya, hanggang sa lumaki na yung bunga. Nagiging baby na siya sa tiyan nung babae.
Kapag umabot na ng 9 na buwan yung bunga o yung baby sa loob ng tiyan ng isang babae, ibig sabihin nun, oras na para lumabas yung baby. Kasi hindi na siya kasya sa tiyan nung babae. Ibig sabihin nun, hindi na kayang alagaan ng tiyan ng babae ang baby, kailangan yung mismong babae na mismo ang mag-aalaga sa baby so kelangan na nyang lumabas.
At kapag lumabas na siya sa tiyan ng babae, ang tawag na sa kanya ay anak nung babae. Ang itatawag naman nung baby dun sa babae, kapag lumaki na yung baby ay nanay. Ang itatawag naman nung baby dun sa lalaking pinakitaan ng kasiyahan nung babae ay tatay.
At dun nabubuo ang baby. The end. O tulog ka na ha at wag mo na sanang maitatanong to sa susunod. Kakapagod magpaliwanag e, malamang pati ikaw napagod din sa kwento ko. Sleep na. meme na.
May 22nd, 2010 at 23:37
Ah kung paano gumagawa nang bata? \
Pag laki mo, yaang pitutoy mo, ipapasok mo yan sa pudenday ng isang ineng. Maraming nasasarapan duon, pero sa bandang huli, may lalabas na liquid dyan, puti. Isipin mo tanim yuon kay ineng at si ineng ay mabubuntis. Lalaki ang baby sa loob ng tyan nya, kaya bibilog… tapos lalabas ang baby tapos ng ilang buwan. Nagagawa ito pag kasing taas na ganito tulad ko ang tao.
Nakikita mo yung si Puma na aso natin kapag nakikipagkastahan? Parang ganon, sa ganon nambubuntis, pero hindi na nagkakabit nang matagal katulad sa kanilang aso, medyo mas mabilis lang. Nakita mo rin ba si Puma na nakalawit ang dila at parang masyadong excited? Ganoon, anak, ganoon, nasasarapan din ang mga tao.
At kesyo nasasarapan ang ibang mga tao, minsan kasta lang sila nang kasta, di napaghahandaan ang baby na lalabas, di naaalagaan ang bata at kakalat kalat lang sa lansangan. Masama iyon.
At hindi sa kalsada ginagawa ang bata ha… sa loob ng kwarto, patago ginagawa, kasi naka-bold kailangan. Di makikita, dalawang tao lang sa loob ng kwarto, at naka-lock…
At wag mong susubukan muna yon, kasi di ka pa malaki. Ulitin ko ha. Dapat mga ganitong kataas ka na, katulad ko, bago mo magagawa yon. O, naintindihan mo?
Tanungin mo ulit ako sa pag ganito ka na [ipapakita ang pitong daliri]. Tapos pag ganito ka na [ipapakita ang isang sampu tapos limang na daliri], Ikekwento ko na rin sayo lahat at tuturuan kita nang marami pa tungkol sa paggawa nang bata. Oks, anak?
May 22nd, 2010 at 23:54
2nd entry po please…
Anak, ganito. Ang baby ginagawa nang nanay at tatay. Parang nagtatrabaho, pinapawisan din kami, pero sa loob nga lang nang kwarto, at hindi nakikita nang iba ang ginagawa. Ang nanay at tatay lang ang nasa loob ng kwarto dapat.
Mas maganda nagmamahalan kapag gumagawa nang baby. Kasi mas lalabas na cute, malusog, matalino, at masayahin ang baby pag ganuon. Kapag nag-aaway naman parati ang nanay at tatay, baka hindi lumabas na pogi o maganda si baby. Malamang nakasimangot. Tsaka malamang di rin maaalagaan ang baby… imadyinin mo, baka wala rin syang maging kalaro na nanay o tatay. Di tulad mo, di ba, naglalaro tayo nang toys mo nila nanay.
Meron ring gumagawa nang baby ang mga di nagmamahalan, kasi masarap din ang mismong paggawa. Hindi mo pa maiintindihan ang masarap na ito, pero itulad mo na lang na parang kumakain ka nang isang masarap na ice cream. Hindi mo pa matitikman ang ice cream na yon ngayon kasi maliit ka pa. Kayang gumawa nang baby kapag ganito ka na kataas. Mga 20 years pa yon. Sorbang maraming tulog pa yon.
Mabalik ako sa sinabi ko kanina… pag sinubukang gumawa nang baby ang mga tao ang nang di naman nagmamahalan (isipin mo, parang nagnanakaw nang ice cream di ba?), tapos nabuo ang baby, malamang kawawa nga ang baby na iyon. Di maalagaan? Tapos kapag mahirap lang ang nanay at tatay nya, baka di pa sya mapainom nang masarap na milk.
Meron ding pamilya naman na nagmamahalan pero masyadong madaling makabuo ng baby at dumadami sila masyado, kaya nag-aagawan ang mga kapatid sa laruan… minsan pagkain, damit. Nakikita mo yung kapitbahay natin na maraming magkakapatid? Hayun, kaya masama rin ang gawa nang gawa nang baby na di napagpaplanuhan.
Ang kulit ba? Basta responsable dapat. Pag naintindihan mo na ang ibig sabihin nang responsibility anak, hayon, pwede, kwekwentuhan pa kita nang paggawa nang baby.
Minsan may nahihirapan na makabuo nang baby kasi may sakit o hindi match ang nanay at tatay. Hindi agad nabubuo. Nakakalungkot din iyong walang baby kasi walang kakanta sa kanila nang bahaykubong magaling tulad mo.
Basta ang tandaan mo, may share si nanay at tatay pareho, hindi pwedeng mag-isa lang ang gumagawa. Parating sharing. At mas maganda pag labs nang isa’t isa ang nag-she-sharing. Ok? O, kainin mo na yang gulay mo, para maganda ka lalo paglaki.