He asked how many times his father and I had had the sex. He then answered his own question and said,"Oh--two, never mind, I already know." I turned around to the stove and gave a little attention to the sandwich, giving myself time to decide if I should shatter his whole world or not. I went with yes. I told him that actually it was quite a few more times than that, because adults have sex sometimes just for fun and to show love, not only to make babies. He was all, "Oh." Then he asked why it was fun, like how could merging your genitals with someone else's possibly be anything but worse than the most horrifying horror. I fiddled with the sandwich some more. So then I told him that adults mostly think sex feels good, they get special feelings from it and that's what makes it fun for them. He couldn't just let it die, though. He asked what it feels like, exactly. I started thinking about how to answer that one, and decided that maybe question avoidance/distraction is as legitimate a parenting technique as total honesty.
The sandwich was served.
2 comments:
lmao!
That definitely falls under the "that would be none of your business, my love" category!
My daughter once alleviated my concerns by stating that she was planning to wait until she was married for sex. But not just until she was married, she was going to wait for a while beyond that...like, a couple of years.
She was six, so I let that one go.
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