The inevitable has occurred.
While in the car this morning, on the way to school, Kevin asked the following question:
"How DOES the sperm get to the egg to fertilize it and make it start dividing?"
My thoughts immediately after hearing his question:
1) Why is it that he always asks sperm/egg/fetal development questions on the way to school? Why not on the way home, or at bed time, or while strolling down the toilet paper aisle at Meijer?
2) Oh. Shit.
Is he ready to have this conversation? Am *I* ready to have this conversation?
Really, he knows so much already - the kid is a mini encyclopedia when it comes to fetal development and birth. He's just never known the "insert Tab A into Slot B" part. And I've always said I won't disclose that information until he point-blank asks me. "How does the sperm get to the egg" is pretty damned point blank, yes?
But he's 7. And as much as he's progressed language-wise, and as extensive his vocabulary is, Kev still struggles (beyond the typical 7 year-old struggle), and he still struggles with appropriateness of discussion topics. Translation: if we have this conversation, I fear that he won't be able to keep his new found knowledge private; he will instead inform every. single. person. with whom he comes into contact about inserting Tab A into Slot B. Especially his classmates.
I already have a pretty good idea about how I plan to present the information. I just don't wannnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Not yet. Dadblameit. Isn't he still just an itty bitty baby boy? Yeah I know, he was never really "itty bitty" per se. But still.
Hit me up, You People. For those of you who've had this talk with your sons (I've been through it daughter-wise), especially younger sons, gimme your thoughts, your amusing anecdotes, your horribly embarrassing ditties.
"How DOES the sperm get to the egg to fertilize it and make it start dividing?"
My thoughts immediately after hearing his question:
1) Why is it that he always asks sperm/egg/fetal development questions on the way to school? Why not on the way home, or at bed time, or while strolling down the toilet paper aisle at Meijer?
2) Oh. Shit.
Is he ready to have this conversation? Am *I* ready to have this conversation?
Really, he knows so much already - the kid is a mini encyclopedia when it comes to fetal development and birth. He's just never known the "insert Tab A into Slot B" part. And I've always said I won't disclose that information until he point-blank asks me. "How does the sperm get to the egg" is pretty damned point blank, yes?
But he's 7. And as much as he's progressed language-wise, and as extensive his vocabulary is, Kev still struggles (beyond the typical 7 year-old struggle), and he still struggles with appropriateness of discussion topics. Translation: if we have this conversation, I fear that he won't be able to keep his new found knowledge private; he will instead inform every. single. person. with whom he comes into contact about inserting Tab A into Slot B. Especially his classmates.
I already have a pretty good idea about how I plan to present the information. I just don't wannnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Not yet. Dadblameit. Isn't he still just an itty bitty baby boy? Yeah I know, he was never really "itty bitty" per se. But still.
Hit me up, You People. For those of you who've had this talk with your sons (I've been through it daughter-wise), especially younger sons, gimme your thoughts, your amusing anecdotes, your horribly embarrassing ditties.