As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I knew we were headed for a talk about the birds and the bees. Call it mother’s instinct!
Kirstyn was hounding Cory to tell her how many kids he’s having. Cory kept saying, “BATMAN!” Typical guy. I mean, I understood. The boy’s only four! Kids? SO not happening right now. Cory kept evading the kid question, and Kirstyn kept persisting. “Cory! Just TELL me!”
I was folding laundry, trying to ignore the conversation. (Four days at the beach created a HUGE laundry mass! I had to fold it.) But I finally stepped in before Cory got bullied into predicting his paternal future.
“Kirstyn,” I said, “He can’t tell you how many kids he’s going to have. He doesn’t know!” I should’ve stopped right there. But I didn’t. “He might not even have kids. Sometimes people can’t have kids even if they want to.” That’s when I winced.
Sure enough. Kirstyn said, “They should just climb on top of each other!”
Thanks, National Geographic.
I told Kirstyn, “Well, sometimes that doesn’t work.”
“No, I mean the mommies and daddies.”
“Right, the mommies and daddies. Sometimes it doesn’t work even for the mommies and daddies.”
“You mean daddies climb on top of mommies?”
That was it! She stopped asking questions, and I kept folding laundry.
This wasn’t the first sex talk we’ve had, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. The National Geographic videos I bought at a yard sale have prompted a lot of conversations! I wasn’t even thinking when I played that first video about African lions and hyenas. Turned out to be our sex-ed for the year! Not that it’s a bad thing. I want my kids to feel free to ask me anything, and know I’ll answer as best I can. I don’t want them to find out about sex from a friend or a book.
Oh, and Cory still thinks that wildebeests “poop out the baby.” We’ll have to have a birthing explanation one of these days!