There will come a day when I’ll have to have “The Talk” with my boys. The sex talk. The birds and the bees. The “Where do babies come from?” talk. I can’t say I’m necessarily looking forward to it but I’m not overly stressing out about it either. I’ve got a few years before I need to worry about that, it’s certainly not what I had on my mind during lunch today with my 3 and 2 year-olds.
During lunch today I was busy straightening up the kitchen and doing some random tasks while my 3 youngest kids were eating at the kitchen table. I could hear the older two chatting it up about some bird. I wasn’t really paying attention. I’ve become quite skilled at tuning them out when I want to. But then, all of a sudden the 3 year old decided he needed to jump out of his seat and run across the room. Now I was paying attention.
I told him to go back to his chair and finish his lunch. He protested and tried to explain he was going to go look at the bird. After convincing him to just look at the bird out the window, he returned to his seat. Then he decided he needed to give his 2 year-old sister “The Talk” about The Birds and the Trees.
“Ela? Do you see that bird? Right there? That bird right there? That bird lives in a tree. That’s where birds live. And when a bird lives in a tree it sits in its nest. Then the eggs go in the nest. Then the eggs crack open and that’s where babies come from.”
I nearly spit my sweet tea out through my nose. I’m glad I didn’t tune this conversation out. I’m not sure my daughter fully grasped everything. My wife will probably need to review and expound upon some things in a few years but I think it’s fairly accurate to say she’s now had the talk. That’s one kid down. Only 3 more to go!