Friday, June 8, 2012

RED light

So, we aren't even going to take a moment and acknowledge how long it is has been since the last post. We're just going to pick up and move on with it. Mmm, K? Good. While it sure may not be documented here, life's been a-moving fast.

Let's talk first grade for a minute.

Cause... we're there. As in, I have a first grader... officially...wiggly tooth and all. Now, in case you didn't realize this, first grade is kinda a big deal. BIG conversations happen in first grade. Like DAY 1 of first grade life. Didn't you know? Well if not, no worries. You were in some good company.

Apparently, my Molly love has been just overflowing with this delightful need-to-know how it all works for sometime now. Secretly. The afternoon we peaced-out of the Kindergarten world, on our way to some celebratory sonic her little need-to-know cup bubbled right on over and out her mouth with the fun little bombshell of: "So, how are babies made?"

Shouted from the third row of the mini-van. At a stoplight. While Gabe sang the Beatles in the background.

"So yeah, Mom... I'll have a cherry limeade...and oh, btw... how are babies made?" to the tune of Strawberry fields. I get it... those connect in first grade speak.

You see, I talk to kids about their bodies for a living. No, really... I do. Child proofing sperm-talk. I got this. A couple "like seeds in a Mommy's egg inside the uterus later and we're on the same page."

Light turns green.

Gabe resumes full voice singing of Strawberry Fields refrain intertwined with some Lucy's in "DESKIES" with diamonds... I'm mentally high-fiving myself.

Next stoplight.

"Ok, but HOW do the swimmer-seeds GET in there"

Beatles stop... we're now talking penis across the car and little man loves him all things weiners. This stoplight banter has now upgraded to a full on discussion group sans overhead projector. "Anatomy anatomy, bodies like puzzles... lots of love.. yadda yadda later... and we once again are on what I think on the same page.


"Why would anyone WANT to do that."

...time to upgrade my limeade to a margarita.


Max said...

Oh my God!! This made my tired brain SO happy! You are the best mom in the world! :)

Hosler Family said...

bahaha.... oh honey... it only gets tougher. You don't want to know the questions Sydney asks me. The 7th grader questions parallel the 1st grader questions only in subject matter. But the detail and complexity will make your stomach hurt.