My six year old, Scarlett, is getting a bit too smart for her own good.
Another perky conversation:
Scarlett: Can two girls get married?
Me: Yes, you know they can. Just like Thomas and Simon have two daddies, kids can also have two mummies. Why?
Scarlett: When I grow up I'm going to marry a girl.
Me: Oh, good (thinks, yes! Maybe she is a lesbian. No problem with teenage pregnancies etc). Why do you want to marry a girl?
Scarlett: Well, the problem is, mummies do all the cooking in the house and I don't want to do all the cooking, so I would want to live with another girl who would help me do the cooking.
Me: Now come on, daddy cooks sometimes. Pancakes and er, toast.
Scarlett: Yes, but he's not a good cooker. No, I want to marry a girl.
Me: Some men are good cooks too, you know.
Scarlett (unconvinced): I never saw any. Would I have to kiss the girl?
Me: Yes, probably. You two going to have babies?
Scarlett: Of course we are.
Me: By the way, two women can't have babies on their own, did you know that? You need a sperm from the man and an egg from the woman to make a baby. So they have to adopt a child or get sperm from a man and, er (no, I can't talk about turkey basters, not now, she's too young) and mix them together.
Scarlett (sighing): Oh mummy, I know that two ladies or two men have to adopt. Can I have squiggly noodles for dinner?
Me: Um, yes, if you like.
Question: Did anyone have these kind of complicated conversations twenty years ago?
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We had different ones, like can a girl be a fireman or an astronaut. Those questions have been answered. It's the squiggly ones that remain in limbo.
Just wait for the , how do you make a baby question?
Hey Emma... can you explain the turkey baster to me? Just as practice when you need to explain it to your daughter later, of course. ;)
The sausage thing is strangely coincedental today considering what my child wanted to DO with it...
I'm confused. Lesbian conception involves turkey and sausages? Makes it sound like a buffet.
remember going up to my "sex education" teacher with a friend, when prompted at the end of the lesson, for any further questions.
"Miss," we ventured, "Can a woman have an orgasm?"
She answered: "Oh no Dear, where on earth did you hear that?"
I'm not looking forward to any sort of conversation going in this direction - we are still at the "Mummy and Daddy had a special cuddle and then you came along" stage. I love the name of your blog, I had a short-lived one called "mum needs a rest." All best.
Just trying this again as my name has come up as Julie and there's link to a blog called Who wants to read about kids, but I'm Linda and my site is at http://www.gotyourhandsfull.com
Good day.
I don't think I had any complicated conversations with my parents when i was a kid. in fact i think we entirely avoided talking about sex altogether (phew)
thankfully tendai rather marry your oldest than me, now!
I'm shocked she was okay with the sperm and egg explanation. Knowing my luck my kids would want the nitty gritty details! You're a good mummy. You handled her questions beautifully. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Hmmm.
Grizzlewick (male) is three and is already asking the hard questions.
He is also full of gender stereotypes, and considering his mother (me) is somewhat of a hardline feminist and that we have a bunch of friends in same-sex couples, this is a bit perplexing.
Well done on your forthrightness. It's my preferred method too. I could have throttled Mr Fix's sister when she told Grizzlewick her version of where the dead pet had gone. But you get what you're dealt I suppose!
Ahh...those complicated questions. My sister (4yrs older then I) came home from school one day and had learned what impetent ment and was had managed to confuse that thought with a man that has had a vasectomy (which our father has). I still remember my dad trying to explain to us the difference in the nicest way possible (without educating me on the male organs). Oh and the time I asked what a period was. Looking back on that I don't remember my dad ever being so tounge tied. After that one I learned to ALWAYS ask my mom and just leave dad in the dark. Between my sister and I both, we must have drove him nutty while we were growing up. =o)
Hilarious! Love children's attention span... grasshopper minds, all of them!!!
Nope! The questions stayed unanswered in confused minds and even more confused lives...
I'm with Scarlett... we all need a wife.
Hey I hear your voice somewhere on this site but have no idea where it's coming from? LOL yes I moved from London in Sept and now live back in the States with my Londoner hubby. I assume you may have read that already in my profile...anyway HEY nice to meet you!!
tom paine...there are so many new questions out there, I am just waiting to hear the whole shebang from my kids.
tkkerouc...I've mentioned that the sperm comes out of the man's willy but she hasn't asked how it gets the sperm into the egg...yet.
la fille mariee...I don't think I can (blushes).
oh the joys...i can only imagine!
tickersoid...you learn a new thing every day eh?
julie...that teacher sounds like she hadn't ever had one herself!
kira...you are lucky that T. is more interested in asking questions about dinosaurs than about sex - yet!!
slackermommy...bear in mind she is only six, probably by seven I will have to start the 'when two people love each other they show that love by placing a penis inside a vagina.' Much BSing to come ;)
gigglewick...i could try fibbing but Scarlett would find me out so I don't!
hrsedden...still, at least your mom was open with you, which was good.
ariel...yes, thank god, as six she can still be distracted with, say, a lollipop, but that won't last for ever.
dilnavaz...your still looking for answers, eh? Me too.
kristin...too damn right. Many's the time I've prayed to God to make me a lesbian, prayers as yet go unanswered.
mrsmogul...hi there! newly arrived on these shores. Nice to meet you too and I will check your blog out again.
Did anyone have these kind of complicated conversations twenty years ago?
Of course not. There were no such things as lesbianism or squiggly noodles twenty years ago.
did i notice a slight tone of relief when she got onto the squiggly noodles?
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