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Mummy, where did I come from?

Darling, you know your story.

Tell me again. 

Well, your tummy mummy gave birth to you. 

Where abouts?

In the hospital in Nashville.  You had the whole top floor!

Why didn’t you have me?

You know that.  Mummy was working. 

On a film?

Yes dear. 

What was it called?

Rabbit Hole.

Did it win any awards?

You should go to sleep now.

No Mummy.  Tell me what Rabbit Hole was about?

It was about a lady whose baby died. 

Was it sad?

Yes, very.

Why did you make a sad movie?

Mummy thought it would be an enriching experience.

You mean money?

No dear.  Well, partly.  Mummy wanted to play the role of a caring mother. 

Why?

Because Mummy wanted to show the critics that she could be a good mother. 

We hate the critics don’t we Mummy?

Hate is too strong a word darling.  And only some of them. 

The ones who say you can’t move your face?

Yes dear. 

Who is my tummy mummy?

A very nice lady. 

Where does she live?

We don’t talk about that dear.  We want to protect her privacy.

Is that in the contract?

Yes.

Can I meet her?

No dear.  Maybe when you’re older.

Is Daddy my father?

Of course he is.  Don’t be silly.

Sunday says Daddy’s tadpoles are too drunk to swim and you had to buy some from another man to put into my tummy mummy with a bicycle pump.

Just ignore Sunday dear.  She has a vivid imagination. 

Sunday says you bought me cos you and Daddy don’t love me like you love her. 

You know that’s not true.  We love you and Sunday just as much.

Sunday says Connor and Isabella are adopted because Uncle Tom’s tadpoles were too scared to go into your tomb.

It’s called a womb dear.  And I think she means sacred.  And that’s not true either.

Sunday says that every movie you have made since you had her has been a flop.

Sunday Rose is a lying bitch dear. 

Swearing Mummy.

Sorry dear.  OK lights out. 

Can I have a lullaby?

Of course sweetie.  Shall I send Daddy in?

No, it’s OK, I’ll just go to sleep.

Alright love.  Goodnight.