Ok, so I have an agreement with my little dude (almost 11 yrs old) that I will honestly answer any question that comes to his mind to ask.
Yesterday he asked me what a "ho" was
(as sang by the Beastie Boys in No Sleep Til Brooklyn). In the process of explaining, the questions continued until he had the full story of the birds and bees. He was suitably revolted at the prospect:twitcy:. I think it was a good talk, and I guess if he was asking, he was ready to be told.
Somehow, this talk came before the Santa Claus talk:err:. Don't ask me why, it just never happened. Pretty sure he figured that one out on his own, but he is still playing along with the charade.
Now if you will excuse me, I think I have an appointment to be inducted into a special wing at the Parenting Hall of Shame:embarrassed:
Yesterday he asked me what a "ho" was
Somehow, this talk came before the Santa Claus talk:err:. Don't ask me why, it just never happened. Pretty sure he figured that one out on his own, but he is still playing along with the charade.
Now if you will excuse me, I think I have an appointment to be inducted into a special wing at the Parenting Hall of Shame:embarrassed: