Scout is told she'll stay home from school today due to strep throat. She contemplates a quiet day of watching movies, reading books while Dad works.
"Hey!" she brightens. "Today can you tell me what sex is?"
On communication, professional and otherwise.
Thanks to our kids, every day is a school day for parents too, isn’t it?
I guess we 21st century dads can’t say “go ask your mother!”
She’s probably already asked Google and is just testing David to see if he knows what he’s talking about.
My sister. Reads the blog post.
“Hey, you want me to tell her?”
Like she’s talking about how to change a tire.
“Yes, that would be GREAT!”
I am having a rough morning, and thought I’d take a break to visit your blog, which I have neglected and missed, and found this entry, which made me laugh. My morning is way better thinking about you thinking about this pending conversation.
By the way, because it HAS been such a long time since I treated myself to the mind of David, I’ve been going back and reading through recent posts, and discovered that my “Bing translator” is needed for the comments on nearly every one, and either it’s a very bad translator, or you have some fans who are reading a poor translation of what you’ve been writing. Did you go on a European tour handing out links to your blog?
A Postscript, from my sister:
I think she got all the illustration she needed when we took her to the Animal Sanctuary and stood not ten feet away from a boy grizzly trying to ram a girl grizzly. “Look, Scout. He’s trying to have sex with her. It’s mating season, which means. . . .”
Scout, with her wide-eyed, incredulous are-you-for-real look, the one she reserves for Vegas strippers and fucking bears: “Animals do it, too?”
Gracias, he estado buscando información acerca de este tema durante años y el suyo es el mejor que he encontrado hasta ahora.