We have a 9 year old son and a 8 year old daughter. We’ve always been selective about what they watch and had hoped to put off the “birds and bees” conversation until they were a little older. But after that day, we knew the time was rapidly approaching with the speed of a runaway freight train.
It was dinner when my son asked the question, “I don’t get it?” “Get what?”, we innocently asked. “How did I get Dad’s DNA and Mom’s DNA?” he said. There was a moment of awkward silence, I put my head down trying not to laugh. He continued, “was there a blood transfusion or something?” What happened next is something of a blur. I only remember explaining that God gave babies to Mommy’s and Daddy’s who really loved each other. That seemed to satisfy him–for the moment.
The very next day he and his mother were driving down the road when he confidently announced, “Mom, I know about sex”. “You do?” she said, somewhat surprised. “Yes, I know there are 3 kinds.” “Really?” she said. “Yes,” he said, “There’s boy, girl and sex in the city.” Needless to say, we have since had “the talk”.
Priceless.
Thanks Mac. Let’s just say that it’s never boring at our house right now!