So, you all know my struggle with the birds and the bees with my boys. You know the ball obsession, the twisted questions I have to answer. It's not easy being me.
I was discussing my dilemma with my neighbor (mother to 2 girls and 1 boy) and she told me about the latest discussion in her household with her 7 year old daughter. It went like this:
Darling Daughter: Mom, where does the pee come from?
Mom: It comes from your bladder which is in your belly.
D. D.: But how does it get out?
Mom: It comes out through a tube.
D.D.: What's the tube called?
Mom: It's called the urethra.
D.D.: Ooh, urethra! That's sooooo pretty! (singing and dancing away) Urethra....Urethra...la, la, la...
End of conversation. Nice.
Now let me share the latest conversation in my house.
#1 son: Mom! Look how long this hair is on my balls!
Mom: (throwing a cursory glance) Yup, that's nice, honey.
#1 son: It's so long that sometimes I play it like a banjo!
da da dum, dum dum, dum dum, dum dum (yes, that is the song from Deliverance you're hearing)
My best shot at revenge will be for my friend to have to introduce her new grand-daughter "Urethra" to her friends and family someday.
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