Tuesday, September 16, 2014

When the questions come...

... but they were bound to come...

Someone today spelled out s-e-x to me, and it was playing on B's mind.
On the way home from dance, she asked me what s-e-x was.
I asked her what she thought it was...

When 2 people kiss?
Not quite.

When 2 people get naked in bed & kiss?
Well, that's part of it, I guess...

Well, what is it?
Do you really want to know?

Ok. It's when a man puts his bicken in a woman's glicean.




Um.. I think I may have just threw up in my mouth a bit.

more silence

Is that how you have a baby?
Well, it's how you make a baby.

So, you and dad... ?

major face palm by B

Oh. My. God.

So, like, does it work every time to make a baby?

Great question, actually... and No.

WHAT?!?! SERIOUSLY?!?!?! All that for nothin'?! That must be a huge let down!

(me, literally laughing out loud...)

Yes, it can be.

and from there it went on and on with questions about pain, clarification over which hole is which, more gagging noises... more face palms... more questions...

So, as she was getting into bed, I asked her, "Are you going to be able to sleep tonight or are you traumatized?"

Her response:
Sleep? Yep. Traumatized? Just a little. Oh. My. God....