A young mom with her 6 year old came in and sat down at the
computer next to me while at Fedex this morning. What I heard brought back a memory I’d like
to share. Her 6 year old son was clearly
bored and was trying to “be good”. The
mother was using her calm exasperated voice with him. He was trying to tell her something and she
was not listening. He then said something about spitballs. The funny thing was that after a little while
he asked, “what are spitballs?”
Andrew must have been around 5. Andrew and Matthew shared a bedroom; their
bedroom was just big enough for two twin beds to fit separated by a small side
table. Jacob, his cousin was over and
they were playing when I noticed the “quietness”. That moment when you realize you hear
nothing. I went to see what they were
doing. The were clearly startled which
caused me concern, but I gingerly asked, “so what are you guys playing?” “oh nothing...”, said Andrew as they squirmed
and giggled. “oh, come on…tell me!” I said. “no….”, Andrew said with a shy laugh and
nervously looked at each other. After
begging for them to tell me, Andrew finally said, “let’s tell her…”. “ok, tell me”, I said. “ok, but promise you won’t get mad”. {Geez! Just tell me already!} “ok,……………………..we were having sex”, he
said. WHAT!!! I wanted to scream!! But instead, I said in a very calm and non
chalant voice, “oh?.......and how were you doing it?”, I asked. “well, first we took off our clothes..then he
got in Matthew’s bed and I got in my bed and then we wiggled all around” he
said as he proceeded to show me how they wriggled all around.
Boy was I glad I controlled myself and asked how!
Boy was I glad I controlled myself and asked how!
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