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The Talk

Sixteen years ago today, I was sliced open in order to have The Boy removed from my womb, as he refused to leave on his own.

Happy Birthday Chris!!



Since today is such an auspicious day, I thought it a good idea to take advantage of our alone time during the drive to school this morning.

Me: "Chris, happy birthday sweetheart"

Chris: "Thanks Madre"

Me: "Chris, now that you're sixteen, I think it's time for The Talk"

Chris: "Uh, I don't think so mom"

Me: "Yes son, It's time. Now, you're going to start noticing some changes in..."

Chris: "MOM!"

Me: "..your body. Don't be worried, it's all just a natural part of.."

Chris; "MOM!"

Me: "...getting older. Now you will begin to notice that girls are different from you...."

Chris: (laughing) "You're not funny, Mom!"

Me: "there's nothing funny about this Chris. Is there any questions you would like to ask me"

Chris: "Uh, no, mom. I'm good"

Oooooh the joys of having a son with a sense of humor. :grin:

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  1. when i was seventeen my mother handed me a carefully removed dear abby colum where the person writing abby wrote about how she wished more parents told their children about sex. abby listed a few books readers could give their children. my mother pushed the colum to me after breakfast and said, read that and if you need me to get the book for you, i will.
    i said, 'ah, no. i'm good. thanks.'
    she burst into tears.

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  2. No good. No good at all. You have to do this in public, preferably in front of his girlfriends.
    Ain't I taught you anything?

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  3. oh yeah, its not all about me is it? happy birthday Chris!

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  4. ziggi9:15 AM

    he knows he's good already and only 16 - this is a good thing?

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  5. Oooh I am saving this idea for future use in about 7 years! LOL

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  6. What a hoot. Mine is turning 17 on Friday...sigh. Where does the time go??? I have to laugh...my hubby got to explain it to the GIRLS. He said the boys are my job, but they already seem to know too...lol

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  7. that's diabolical!
    good one! and happy birthday chris!

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  8. PMSL, you are the same as me, always trying to learn the kids a thing or two and then ya find out they know it all before we get to it!! Gahh, they grow up fast.
    Happy Birthday Chris :)

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  9. When I was 12, EONS AGO, my mom handed me a book that explained all the male/female parts and what they did and how babies were conceived, etc. I read it and said "Yuck" and didn't worry about those things for another 4 or five years (yeah, I was slow). It's difficult being a parent and wanting to be able to pass on all the knowledge and experience and not being able to actually express these things to your son or daughter. But, just like we did, they have to make their own way... Happy Birthday, Chris!

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