After all my talk about talking about sex with my kids, I realized it’s still not perfectly clear to them. Which is great, by the way! I try to answer their questions with the perfect amount of clarity and vagueness. I’ve succeeded!
Tonight I was boiling spaghetti (told you I didn’t do gourmet!), trying to encourage creative play on the other side of the room. I suggested that Kbug and CJ pretend to be Uncle Rick and Aunt Shelley on the dairy farm. That worked for a while…
“Come, little S! I said come! We have to go feed the calves now. COME!” Kbug never did get “cousin S” to come. Moosies didn’t feel like role-playing!
Kbug ditched the dairy farm and turned to church. This is where it got interesting.
“Oh, I’m just the pastor, and this is my little daughter,” I overheard Kbug say. “She doesn’t have a daddy. I never did get married!”
I almost laughed out loud at her happy, sing-song voice! But you know, that’s not really funny, so I asked, “Oh yeah? How did you get your little girl then?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t remember! I’m a hundred and one, you know!”
And that is when I DID start laughing!