I've always found that I do my best communicating in the car. I think it's the whole captive audience thing. You're in your car rolling down the highway, and your passengers can't get away! I've had some of the greatest conversations with my kids in my car.
Once, back when they were probably 10 and 12, we were out on the highway on our way to meet His Lordship for dinner somewhere. I asked the usual mom stuff to get the conversation rolling...you know, how's your buddy whatzhisname? Did you eat your apple? How was your day at school?
So, I'm driving along, sipping on my cardboard cup of coffee, just making chit-chat. When I get to the How-was-your-day-at-school question, my daughter, the older of the two, replies "The wooden dick ladies came to our school today!"
After I had sprayed my coffee out my nose all over the windshield and corrected the unintential swerve into on-coming traffic I'd just executed, I ahemmed and said something brilliant like, "oh yeah?..." (Sorry, that's all I could come up with under the circumstances) To which she replied, "You know, mom, the ladies who bring the wooden dick to school and show us how it works!"
Uh yeah, of course I knew you meant THOSE wooden dick ladies....
By this point her little brother was laughing to the point of hyperventilation, while I'm just trying to keep the damn car on the road!
I prompted her to continue...."They're nurses or something, mom. They bring in this wooden dick and show us how to put a condom on it" (God's teeth!!!)
So....what I learned that day was that "sex ed" in schools has wooden dick ladies now....and that it's all very blase for 12-year-old girls (times have sure enough changed since I was 12)...and that I'm a much more skilled driver than I ever imagined!
And you wonder why I have to dye my hair??
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