I am in the midst of some serious emotional gunk/turmoil (post in composition mode), and market cleaning (yes, you will hear about this for another week or so), but couldn't let THIS one pass me by. Such a classic.
For those that have been reading my little corner of the blogging world for a while know that "Time for bed" is translated in Ethan's mind to "Time for deep conversations with Mom." Thus follows tonight's very brief conversation:
Ethan: Mom, I have one of those questions for you.
Me: Ok, let's sit down on the sofa.
Ethan: So, how does sex actually start.
Me: Ummm. Ummm. Well, why are you asking that? Did someone say something at school?
Note: I have learned that often something has been said that produces such questions and if I ask what precipitated the question then I can usually come up with a satisfactory answer without giving too much away.
Ethan: No. I have just been thinking.
Me: Well, you know it is between a husband and wife, who are married and well, I guess it begins with kissing. Not that kissing always leads to that. Ummm. Well. (Clearly stalling as I have no idea what the appropriate response is)
Ethan: But is sex just for making babies? Wait, no, ...does that mean...(I can see the wheels turning in his mind)...Do you and Daddy still have sex?
Me: JJJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
I am so not ready for this.
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3 comments:
It's looks like you are swiftly heading toward The Talk in your house. Regardless of what you say, he'll probably have a "yuck, gross" reaction. Oh, the joys of parenting.
From Molly:oh my goodness - this is more than "even when he's 25 he'll still leave his socks on the floor" kind of guy/girl talk :)
Clearly, he doesn't know what he is asking otherwise, he would never ask that! I mean, who wants that answer about their own parents?
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