Watching sports today is an art form-especially navigating the commericials.
SO, mom's of boys, listen up.
One Sunday afternoon, while doing laundry in the basement, I hear Hunter launch into hysterical laughter. Laughter reserved for embarrassment or bodily noises that boys find hilarious and will remain unmentioned.
I then hear him utter words that bring me to a cold sweat.
"Maddy, did you hear that?"
I cautiously climbed the basement stairs and stupidly asked, "Hear what, Hunter?"
With fear and trembling I inquired, "What did it say?"
"Ask your doctor if you are healthy enough for sex." was the reply he gave.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Maddy's eyes pop out of her head. She looked at me in horror as if to say "YOU AREN'T GOING TO TELL HIM ARE YOU?!?"
I was NOT about to have THAT conversation-not without Paul. But, much to my chagrin, I also knew I could not let it go."Do you know what sex is Hunter?"
"I think so."
"What is it?"
Suffice it to say, he is not quite there, but his little gifted mind is definitely putting it together. I relayed the events to Paul when he returned home from his errand. He then proceeds to tell me the PROCEDURE for watching sporting events. Given that the target audience is middle aged men, he turns the channel during commercials.
Yeah, that would have been good to know.
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
9 months ago