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Like most families, getting my kids out the door and on their way to school can be a stressful situation. I can actually feel strands of my hair turning gray and falling out each and every morning. This morning was no different. Actually, the morning started off well. I was able to get my 8 and 6 year old up and dressed at a reasonable time, while my one year old clung to my leg. Breakfast was made and served, but then time began to get away from us. Teeth were brushed in a hurry, coats thrown on, and book bags assembled. Then, of course, the one year old dropped a bomb in his diaper. After dealing with that, we were finally out the door.
Now you’d think this post was about getting the kids off to school wouldn’t you? You’re wrong. This post is about the conversation I had with my daughter on the way to school. But I wanted to set the stage for the hurried and stressful minutes in leading up to the conversation.
As we walked down the steps and stepped upon the snowy sidewalk, my daughter, turned around, looked at her older brother, and said, “Hey W, you’ve got nuts.†Talking about male and female genitalia has always been a touchy subject with my daughter mainly because she loves talking about it. She probably loves the reaction she gets when she brings it up. I’m always paranoid that I’m going to receive a call from the school and be brought before some judgmental committee to explain my daughter’s fascination with “private parts.†I’ve said it before, at times I feel like I’m raising a freshman college frat boy with the things she says.
Within seconds of her saying the word “nuts,†I immediately went into defense mode and tried to squash the conversation. I told her that it wasn’t the time or place to discuss the subject. My son also gets very annoyed at his sister when she brings up his nether regions and I could tell a storm was beginning to brew inside of him. She said it again, “W, you’ve got nuts.†W responded by yelling, “Be quiet M!â€
Now you’d think this post was about getting the kids off to school wouldn’t you? You’re wrong. This post is about the conversation I had with my daughter on the way to school. But I wanted to set the stage for the hurried and stressful minutes in leading up to the conversation.
As we walked down the steps and stepped upon the snowy sidewalk, my daughter, turned around, looked at her older brother, and said, “Hey W, you’ve got nuts.†Talking about male and female genitalia has always been a touchy subject with my daughter mainly because she loves talking about it. She probably loves the reaction she gets when she brings it up. I’m always paranoid that I’m going to receive a call from the school and be brought before some judgmental committee to explain my daughter’s fascination with “private parts.†I’ve said it before, at times I feel like I’m raising a freshman college frat boy with the things she says.
Within seconds of her saying the word “nuts,†I immediately went into defense mode and tried to squash the conversation. I told her that it wasn’t the time or place to discuss the subject. My son also gets very annoyed at his sister when she brings up his nether regions and I could tell a storm was beginning to brew inside of him. She said it again, “W, you’ve got nuts.†W responded by yelling, “Be quiet M!â€
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