Anyway, speaking of talking to our eldest about the concept of sex, Sara told me today that Ethan recently inquired about how the sperm gets to the egg. She somehow deflected the question, probably by asking him which dinosaur was the heaviest. Sara told me this when the children were at their grandparents. We spent 5 minutes making grimaces at each other wondering what to say if he asks us again. This makes item 9,862 that no one told us about before we became parents.

From the beginning with the kids, we’ve taught them all the real terms for their bits. I think that’s how I was raised, but I can’t remember. My impression of how Sara was raised is that a book about such things appeared in her room when she was in her teens and was never spoken about. And by impression, I mean that’s exactly what happened.

I think if we tell him, all that will happen is that he’ll scrunch up his face, declare it weird, and say an incredulous, “Really!” a bunch of times. Then he’ll move on to more pressing matters, like if he’s in the mood for cream cheese or not. It’s not like he’s going to have follow up questions like, “Daddy, what are the emotional implications?” or, “Mummy, why does Dan Savage say you should be GGG?”

This evening I made two chocolate chip cookies with walnuts and had top-quality vanilla ice cream with it so that’s nice and had nothing to do with a child’s natural curiosity about the human body’s fluids and goings on goodnight