Hard Questions
Oct. 1st, 2007 11:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tripperfunsterMy four year old son, Quincey is FULL of hard questions lately. ;0
Q:How do babies get INSIDE your tummy?
Me: Uh...the mommy and the daddy PUT the baby in there.
Q:But how?
Me: Well, the daddy has a 'seed', sort of like mommy's egg, and he puts it in her tummy.
Q: How?
Me: With his penis.
(we both laugh uproariously)
Me: No, really, I know it SOUNDS like I'm joking, but it's true.
Q eyes me suspiciously, to see if I'm really kidding or not.
Q: So, what colour is the daddy's seed? Black?
Me: *snickers* No, mostly white.
Q: Are you SURE it's not black?
Me: not that I've ever seen!
and then today;
Q:Why do people die when they're old?
Me: Um...sometimes their bodies just get worn out and don't work properly anymore.
Q:Are WE going to die when we get old?
Me: Probably. But I hope not for a long, long, time.
Q:Will we be in the same graveyard together?
Me: WTF???? Sure, if you'd like.
Q: Do you need your shoes on to die?
Me: HOMGWTF?? Do you mean, do you have shoes on when they bury you?
Q: Yes. Why do you need shoes?
Me: I don't really know. I suppose that it's tradition to dress up nice.
Q: Oh. I'm going to play the piano now.
Me: THANK FUCKIN' GOD!
*snatches him away and sticks him in a bubble where he doesn't have to think about sex or dying ever again*
Q:How do babies get INSIDE your tummy?
Me: Uh...the mommy and the daddy PUT the baby in there.
Q:But how?
Me: Well, the daddy has a 'seed', sort of like mommy's egg, and he puts it in her tummy.
Q: How?
Me: With his penis.
(we both laugh uproariously)
Me: No, really, I know it SOUNDS like I'm joking, but it's true.
Q eyes me suspiciously, to see if I'm really kidding or not.
Q: So, what colour is the daddy's seed? Black?
Me: *snickers* No, mostly white.
Q: Are you SURE it's not black?
Me: not that I've ever seen!
and then today;
Q:Why do people die when they're old?
Me: Um...sometimes their bodies just get worn out and don't work properly anymore.
Q:Are WE going to die when we get old?
Me: Probably. But I hope not for a long, long, time.
Q:Will we be in the same graveyard together?
Me: WTF???? Sure, if you'd like.
Q: Do you need your shoes on to die?
Me: HOMGWTF?? Do you mean, do you have shoes on when they bury you?
Q: Yes. Why do you need shoes?
Me: I don't really know. I suppose that it's tradition to dress up nice.
Q: Oh. I'm going to play the piano now.
Me: THANK FUCKIN' GOD!
*snatches him away and sticks him in a bubble where he doesn't have to think about sex or dying ever again*
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Date: 2007-10-05 09:32 am (UTC)On the cute note though, my bf's brother in half-black, and he is gorgeous, zomg. ;p
Re: YAY TMI later in your thread, I'd had plenty of school classes by the time I experienced menarche--at 14.5! Bout a month before high school started, fortunately. LOL, I just kept it to myself and stole my mom's supplies for a few months until my sheets told on me. ;P
Just, y'know, private person [uh, especially back then]. But I found plenty of great sex literature... and I remember reading sex definitions out of the big dictionary a bunch in 4th grade, sometimes by myself, sometimes with a friend. :P