Oh please don't mention horsey lady friends.
::flashbacks::
I was woken up a few weeks ago, at about 6am by MistressD (bear in mind she was 5.11yo at the time) and we had the following conversation:
MissD: "Mummy, is it true that if you want to have a baby then a man has to put his willy in your front bottom?"
Me (half asleep, very bleary): "Um. Well. Yes, it is."
MissD (absolute disgust on her face): "What, really?"
Me: "Yes, really. Why? Who told you that?"
MissD: "MasterD1."
Me: "Well how does he know?"
Enter the MasterDs (ages 7.8 and 4.8), stage right.
Me: "MasterD1, how do you know about making babies?"
MD1: "I saw it at the horse place, they were making the daddy horse put his willy in the mummy horses front bottom. And guess what?"
Me: "What?"
MD1: "The daddy horse's willy was massive." (cue screechy peals of laughter)
MD2 (looking very perplexed): "But how does the daddy person get his willy in there?"
Me: (buries head under pillow) "Go away. It is too early to have this conversation."