No that man isn't pregnant

Ah, the 5 year old conversations continue.  Today on the ride home from a friends house, with the windows wide open in the car, we passed a man who was out getting some exercise.  My guess would be that he wasn't walking fast to maintain his physique, but instead was maybe trying to slim down the waist-line.  Without missing a moment, from the backseat my soon-to-be-kindergartener shouted, "Mom, that man's going to have a baby!!"  When I questioned why he thought that, knowing full well it was because Mr. Sweatbands had a dicky-do belly, he confirmed that it was the tummy.  I tried to tell him that men can't grow babies in their tummies the way that mommies can.  "But that man was married!!"  Really??  How could he tell?  Well, he informed me that he must be married if he was going to have a baby (I wasn't ready to have that long conversation just yet), and that he had used his imagination to determine that the man was married.  The conversation became dull after that point, because he moved on to discussing other ways he had used his imagination in the past when creating things with his Lego's. 

Right at this moment I'm crossing my fingers that his kindergarten teacher is in good shape and doesn't have any dinstinct/unique features, because otherwise it's going to be a long year with a lot of uncomfortable conversations at the parent-teacher conferences.

Nervous and Excited

Tomorrow marks the first day of classes towards my Masters in Nutrition.  And I'm so nervous!!  I can't really explain the nerves I'm feeling.  Am I afraid I won't be able to keep up?  No.  I've got 7 years of hospital experience under my belt and a strong desire to get my hands dirty and learn more than my brain can possibly hold.  I think what makes me nervous is the fact that despite my best efforts, I've become somewhat accustomed to conversations with preschoolers.  Not that these aren't interesting in their own way, but answering "why mommy?" eighty times in a row doesn't really prepare me for forming scientific hypotheses.  My 5-year-old just informed me, as I was taking him to bed, that someone was controlling his butt as he farted the entire way to his room.  That kind of discussion doesn't really help me to determine the etiology of gas production, since I'm pretty sure the root cause of his was broccoli and not someone with a remote control.  So when it comes to getting back into the scholarly mindset I'm a little apprehensive.  Perhaps this will subside once class begins and I get into a routine.  More than anything, I can hardly wait for the opportunity to expand on what I already know and to nail down all those nagging little questions that I've had since my undergraduate days.  And at least I will always have my boys around if I need to develop new interview questions regarding bowel movements.