Too tired to sleep

Unfortunately I seem to be suffering from bouts of insomnia of late. I might as well be productive during these late night sessions of alert incoherent frustration.

A couple of days ago I managed to find one of those elusive states of rest while lying on the couch. I remember it fondly as it seems to be a rare occurrence these days. Both my daughters love to wrestle and rough-house. I have no doubt that Daphne will also enjoy a little vigorous play with her father in the coming years. As I lay resting I could hear the creeping and sniggering of my two oldest as they approached and subtly planned my imminent demise.

I prepared.

For anyone who is not a father of small children, I need to explain the basics of preparation. You either must cover your most vulnerable area or be prepared to instantaneously react to a child's movements in order to protect said area. I was prepared. Sophia pounced from the arm of the couch in a glorious knee first dive aimed directly what on a more romantic day might have been potential siblings. I successfully blocked the attack and proceeded to tickle her into submission.

After our exchange I made a comment to Heather, a comment that has ofttimes been made by my own father. I thought I would be subtle in my musings. I forget the knowledge and curiosity that 5 year olds possess and thus opened my big fat mouth.

BJ: I think children are coded by evolution to try and prevent the creation of any siblings and thereby eliminate competition for resources in the family. Why else would they constantly attack their father's gonads?
Sophia: What are gonads?
BJ: (Still slightly rested but having been roused by a shot of adrenaline to protect potential posterity, my mind was screaming at me to stop as soon as I began to answer her ) Gonads are what daddy's use to help make babies.
Sophia: Daddies can make BABIES?!?!?
BJ: UUUUUUUHHHHHHH WEHHHHHHHHH UUUUUHHHHHHH oh no... Ask me again in a couple of years and I'll give you a straight answer. (I then distracted her by a combination of offering sweets, video games, and her favorite television show simultaneously. Thankfully it worked)

All I have to say is that I need more sleep or my daughters are going to learn far more than they need to before they need to. I'll be more than happy to give her her explanation when she's able to think of the question without the prompting of her sleep deprived father.