The children are now completely comfortable with how babies get both in and out of their mothers.
Both kids enjoy discussing what they did when they were in my uterus.
Apparently they played a lot of tic-tac-toe and there were stairs that led up to my brain where there is a couch – for napping.
The twins have processed and seem to have no problem adjusting to having answers about the basic biological nuts and bolts that make up the the talk that so many parents fear screwing up.
My children are fine.
I think I need therapy.
Because seriously, I can’t handle any lunch conversation involving one of them casually referring to their father’s penis and when it was or was not in my vagina.
I am very open with my kids, but I don’t want to discuss this with them. If they require yes/no answers I will provide them.
If they want to discuss my sex life – well, they are going to have to do that behind my back because I want no part of it.
I thought it was supposed to be damaging to think about your parents doing it. Could I have raised the only two human beings that enjoy discussing this?
I think I need a Valium.