I'm going to break a promise I made to myself and share something I said I'd never share with total strangers.
What has driven me to the edge of this cliff, ready to leap off into the oblivion of areas I'd rather not discuss?
Questions. Lots and lots of questions. Questions that frankly, I am tired of answering all by myself.
"Mom, what are general herpes?"
Thank you Valtrex commercial. Which aired on the National Geographic Channel while we were watching a show about a man who lives with wolves!
"Mom, what's a boulder?"
Thank you Cocoon, and Wilford Brimley and that other old dude who had to discuss having a boner when they were done swimming in the pool with the alien pods.
"But Mom, how do the babies get in there?"
Thank you TLC, and A Baby Story.
"Mom, is that warming liquid supposed to keep you warm?"
"Oh, it's probably like those hand warmers for your whole body!"
Thank you KY - you are everywhere, even in magazines.
I really have no problem discussing these things with 9 & 10-year-old boys, and I think I've done a pretty good job so far in telling them like it is, not providing information beyond what they're asking and making sure they know the correct words for things. But why? Why can't they just once ask one of these questions when their Dad is home?