The Talk

Hey, where are you going? Don't make me superglue your butt to this chair. If I have to suffer, so do you. If you haven't already done it yet, you KNOW you are going to have to do it soon. You know. The talk. The birds and the bees. Part A to part B, and the heavens opened up (and swallowed you so you wouldn't have to have the talk) and Jesus wept. If only Eve wouldn't have been such a bitch and ate that damn apple, maybe God would have been softer on us, enabling our children come into the world with no pain, talking, no need for diapers, and complete knowledge of that whole "how baby's are born" thing. Oh, impeccable manners and a belief in Santa Clause would be a plus. Well, maybe that would be asking for too much. Ya think???

I was over on Key's blog, I saw she had posted this very thing. Ok. That's where I got the whole idea for the post, I admit. It brought up an interesting and sometimes touchy subject that parents face during the life of their child. Go on over and take a look at the post. Let her know your opinion (leave a comment). And don't forget to tell her that Moogie said hello (in your comment)!