Sunday, August 10, 2008
So that's how babies are born...
Ben had his yearly physical this week. Last year when Ben turned nine, his doctor suggested that we begin to discuss puberty with him.
Keep in mind, my son still marches around the house naked with the total abandon of a five year old. He can frequently be found standing in front of the TV nude with a long forgotten bath towel at his feet, far too mesmerized by ESPN to realize his position in the time/space continuum.
A pre-teen wrap session?! Ben would have none of it. So we moved on.
Ben is now ten. He is a big tall boy for his age (in the 98 percentile - where he always is).
His wonderful fabulous doctor suggested that we begin to discuss the birds and bees with him.
I just don't see it happening, but I had my husband take a crack at it.
Ben said he didn't want to learn about the birds and the bees because he already knows about it.
Reproduction according to Ben:
"A mommy and daddy sleep in the same bed. A mom gives the daddy the eggs, then a mommy gets pregnant and a baby pops out of mommy somewhere down there."
What do you mean "gives the daddy the eggs?"
"I'm not sure about that part. But who cares."
Better luck next year.