Saturday, November 08, 2008

conversation

"Mom, I know how babies are made."

Great... great... (brain catches up with words)... what?

"I know how babies are made."

Holding my breath - what has he heard now.

"Well first..."

Lord - please don't provide the details.

"First you pull out your shirt, like this (extends shirt as far as it can go forward) and then you fill it with sand."
Holds like pouch.

"See."

Yes - I see. Phew.

When is it you have that conversation?

My parents decide that that question wasn't worth answering - or at least not the part I wanted to better understand. I asked that question at about age 12 maybe 14 and got this big long story about the work involved in raising kids...

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