…I’m curling my hair and NOT paying attention to her…
Samara: Mom
Me: What?
Samara: Mom!
Me: WHAT??
Samara: MOM!!!!!
(I finally LOOK at her and she’s got a balloon in her shirt to look like she’s pregnant…because getting married and having children in the end all be all for her….)
Me: Samara, take that out of your shirt. Your dad will be here any minute and you’re not packed… ::undermybreath:: not to mention that I’m going to be late for my date…
Samara: (mumbled… but the word sex was in there)
Me: Sex? Where did you hear about sex?
Samara: School
Me: From WHO????
Samara: Michael
Me: Well do you know what sex is?
She just looked at me so I whipped out the PC answer…
Me: Sex is something that you do with the person you marry when you are ready to have a baby.
Silence.
Samara: Oh! So you used to have sex with Daddy, but he doesn’t love you anymore and now he has sex with Jennifer.
Exit stage right…
and there I stood. I think I scorched my hair….
Until next time…
Heather
Oh my crap! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!
Me either! So, just
{{{{{{{{warm hugs}}}}}}}}
and a prayer for you to be blessed in an unexpected way today…
OMG! OMG! OMG! That is so freakin funny. And yet I feel like I should say something wise and insightful and comforting. Hope you aren’t offended if I laugh.
So, what did you say????
Oh no!!!!
Ouch! I don’t even want to think about having a conversation like this with my son – hopefully I never have to. He is already always asking me why his dad has a different girlfriend all the time and I never have a boyfriend (sigh)…lol!
Frightening when they figure it all out. Or even worse, they think they have…
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