Ovaries

I took last week off of work so I could putter around my house and put away all of Miss M.'s accumulated artwork.

They'd done a unit studying the human body, drawing pictures and learning songs about the various organs, like:

Kidneys clean and filter blood,
Filter blood,
Filter blood,
If one fails and is a dud,
The other one does the job.*

Well, one of the things I put into the permanent archive was a life size cut-out of Miss M.'s traced body, with découpage organs and crayon enhancement.


She did a reasonable job of getting the organs in the right places (kidneys on the back, even). The belly button - that spot with the radiating purple lines - is kind of where the belly button belongs, even though it's north of the large intestine (and let's not discuss why the liver is vertical). But the most intriguing thing to me is that walnut-sized brown spot to the right of the belly button.

That's the egg what I was born out of.

Apparently, she's figured out that there are eggs inside her mama, even though her daycare teachers swore up and down that the reproductive system was not on the human body agenda.

Maybe she'll be a reproductive endocrinologist. After all, she is a test tube baby. And she seems to have an innate sense of anatomy.




*To the tune of Mary Had A Little Lamb. It slays me every single time she sings it.