Of course, that wasn't the end, it was followed up by "What kind of boobs do you have, Mom?" "Um, I don't know, what kind of boobs do you think I have?" Yes, I understand that open-ended questions of this nature are just an opening for an answer you don't want to hear, but I'm just trying to prep myself for a lifetime of questions by my sons that may get awkward.
"I think your boobs are the GIANT kind." Well, had I been in
The other day, he was asking J when he would be able to drink beer. J answered that it was only for adults. Without missing a beat H replied "When I get hair on my penis?" J is very modest, so this caused deep blushing on his part while I laughed out loud.
H is obsessed with "being a Mommy", which I can't really fault since I'm the one he's around all the time, and he doesn't yet quite understand the gender assigned to the role (oh yeah, and I'm wicked cool.) After establishing the development needed for him to drink beer, H said "I'm going to streeeeeeeeeetch really big and get hair on my penis to be a grown-up Daddy, and then I'm gonna streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetch again and turn into a Mommy!" Hmm...so is this a commentary on my size relative to J's? He is more trim, but we're not exactly Jack Sprat and his wife. Maybe it's just that my presence is very large and in-charge?
Confused about whether or not the sentiment should hurt my feelings, I still couldn't help but laugh so I'm sure there will be loads more inappropriate conversations. The presenter from Planned Parenthood talked to us about being open about sex from an early age with kids, but there's no way I'm broaching puberty with H yet. Oi, I don't know if I'm ready for all this boy talk. I was ready for pads, periods and hormonal rages, but what do I do with these little Y chromosomes running all around me? I guess I have a few years to keep figuring it out...