( picture by Taylor Dawn Fortune ) So the little man and I were chatting at the breakfast table the other morning when quite abruptly he asked. “Mummy we’re do babies come from?” after choking on a mouthful of cereal, I recovered myself quickly enough to reply. “Well a mummy and daddy wish very hard for a baby and then the baby grows in the mummy’s tummy until it’s ready to come out. Then the doctor helps the mummy to get the baby out at the hospital.” “Oh, is that what the mark is on your tummy?” “Yes, that’s exactly what the scar is” I said, thanking god for my emergency c - section. Though I was pleased to have avoided ‘babygate’ relatively unscathed, I couldn't help wondering whether the little white lie I told would come back to haunt me. Santa, the Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy and the magic baby bringing stalk are all acceptable tales in most family households. Yet I do wonder if we shou