Yesterday on the way home from school #4 was complaining that he didn't like being the youngest kid and the only boy in our family. The obvious solution was for us to have another brother. I tried to let him down easy. We aren't having more kids. That bridge is burned, if you will.
A few minutes later he asked me, "Mom, how do you do flex?"
How do you do flex? I had now idea what flex was. Let alone how it's done. So I repeated his question to him, clarifying that I had heard correctly. "Yeah, flex. How do you do flex. You know, how we get babies." Oh, THAT flex.
"Do you mean sex, son? How do you have sex?" "Yeah, sex." It would seem he thought the problem with getting that little brother may find it's solution in this answer.
"Well, ..." I then tried to give my best calm, truthful, but simple and 6-year-old-appropriate answer to this. I ended by saying that it was a private thing between a mom and dad. His response was not what I was expecting.
"So if you do it in the bathroom, I guess you better lock the door."
7 fishy comments:
This got me literally laughing out loud!
WOO! Flexing in the bathroom! LOL! Maybe Mark was right about the purpose of the big Jacuzzi tub in our master bath. :P
LOL! Aren't you glad you have a lock on that bathroom door?!
Oh, I am so glad that my daughter has not figured anything out about that yet. I do like your sons inquisitiveness.
Oh my. We haven't had this conversation at our house yet. It sounds like you were very calm and collected after getting virtually no time to be prepared for the question! Good for you.
That is hillarious, I have 5 girls and 2 boys, Good thing the boys are at the end, and still really little...
too funny.
Sounds like he knows more than you think...
:~D
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