Impromptu conversation with an 8yo on a 90 minute commute: 8yo: Mom, I want you to live long enough to meet my children. I want to bring them to see you. Me: Me, too! But remember what I told you about having children? 8yo: You told me not to have any until after Im married, because I should be a husband BEFORE I become a father. Me: Sho ya right, son. 8yo: But Mom...how do babies get in their mommys stomachs? Me: *knowing I discussed the basics of the parts before, but never talked about what part gets put where to make a baby* Well, son... 8yo: *sensing my hesitation* Yes? Me: *swallowing hard* I said something about eggs and seeds and how the sees of a man meets the egg of a woman when he puts his penis in her vagina... 8yo: Eeww! Me: Its ok to feel that way now, son. In a few years, youll feel differently. God created it, and in the right context, its really wonderful. 8yo: Hmph...if Im gonna do something like THAT, shes gonna HAVE to be special, Mom. Thats just NASTY! Me: Sho ya right, son. Sho ya right.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 12:03:34 +0000
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