Sunday, February 5, 2012

title pic Truth

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 29 May 2008

Perfect Max insists that he is now too old for Bob the builder and tiring with Sportacus. My tiny man requests to spend his thirty minutes per day, TV ration, on Raven, Kerching and even Tracy Beaker (OHMYGOD!).

I arrived home last night to find my darling son engrossed in an episode of some frightful children’s TV programme – the horrid pre-teen characters were describing how they had found out about (and they spelled it rather than say the word) S-E-X. I almost expired.

Max turned to me immediately and asked: “Mummy, what is S-E-X?”

“I really don’t know darling, your father never tells me anything,” I laughed nervously – congratulating myself on how very cleaver I was for coming up with such a super answer. James stalked in through the front door behind me, just in time to be asked by Freya:

“Daddy, what is S-E-X?”

“I genuinely can’t remember, it has been so very long indeed,” he barked, turning to glare at me…

Isn’t he hilarious?

I popped straight over to Dulwich Books on the way home from work this evening and bought my poppets a copy of “Mummy Laid an Egg”, a super sweet illustrated paper back that explains the facts of life. I would hate for my darling babies to grow up as innocent as I did. My mother Brenda still insists that she found me under a cabbage, I sometimes think that it would have been better for all concerned if this were true (sigh).

As we leafed through the lovely book this evening, I was calm in the knowledge that I am educating my munchkins appropriately.

“This is the really real truth, isn’t it mummy,” said darling five year old Freya. “Not like all of that rubbish that you tell us about the tooth fairy and Santa.” Max lost his first tooth earlier this week, my babies are growing up before my eyes (sniff).

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