Well. Well. Well.
How VERY interesting. It appears that you have children from the ages of...
(DRUM ROLL PLEASE)
two weeks to eighteen years old!
How very...broad of you, Internet. Despite my efforts to be useful and applicable in my writing and all market research-y I have basically learned that your children are in fact, um, minors. So, yes. Very good then. Okay. Where were we?
Let's skip ahead to our next topic! For those of you that can relate. The rest of you can browse the gift shop. You can never have enough Precious Moments figurines, no?
- How and at what age do you explain sex to your kids?
I'll be honest. I'll be zero help on this one, because this is the conversation I had with Savannah yesterday in the car.
Her: "Mommy, what were you saying to Daddy about that girl you once knew?"
Me: "What girl?"
Her: "That girl who had a baby."
Me: "Oh, uh, you mean the friend of mine when I was younger?"
Her: "Yeah, how old was she?"
Me: "Well, she was only thirteen. Isn't that awful?"
Her: "Why did she want to have a baby when she was thirteen?"
Me: "She didn't want to. It was an accident."
I'm starting to sweat.
She scrunches up her face with this disturbing knowledge.
Her: "An accident! What did she DO?"
Me: "Well, she was doing something with a boy that she shouldn't have been doing."
I'm rolling down my window and turning up the air.
Her: "What was she doing??"
I can't NOT answer at this point because if I say "you're too young to know" (which is what my parents would have said) then what might she deduce from my vague answer? That they were jay walking? Or sneaking candy into the movies? Parting their hair wrong?
Me: "Well, they were doing things that only married people do."
Her: "Oh, you mean like kissing?"
Now, I wouldn't want my poor six-year-old to walk around thinking that kissing can put a baby inside you now would I?
"Yes", I said, "Exactly. Want to play I Spy?"