Good Mornin, Momma!
Okay, so its about 6:30A in the morning. I'm in the kitchen, half-asleep, cooking a 7-layer dip for a luncheon at work today. In walks Scout.
"I had a strange dream last night mom."
(thinking I'm going to hear something about Godzilla tromping through Columbia)
"Really son, what about?"
"Some girl got into bed with me and slept with me."
(blink, blink)
"What?"
"Yeah, she didn't have any cloths on and she took my pajamas off too."
(thinking, he probably doesn't know what that means)
"Really?"
"Yeah, mom. Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about girls who want to have sex with me. Last time it was 500 girls all at once."
(inward shriek of abject horror)
"oh, well, maybe you should tell Dad that one, son."
(walk quietly back into the bedroom. deep breath. close door. Break out into laughter)
Grey: "What is wrong with you, hon?"
(relate story to my husband)
Grey: "Hmm...looks like I'm going to be having the sex talk with Scout today, huh."
"Yeah, I think so."
(Needless to say, I forgot the chips that went with the dip I was cooking this morning. Forgot my purse. Forgot I was changing INTO casual cloths at 11AM, not wearing them to work.)
On the one hand, I'm glad that my son and I have the kind of relationship where he feels comfortable telling me things like that.
On the other hand....Eeeeiiiiyaaahhhh! I'm not ready for my baby to tell me these things.
"I had a strange dream last night mom."
(thinking I'm going to hear something about Godzilla tromping through Columbia)
"Really son, what about?"
"Some girl got into bed with me and slept with me."
(blink, blink)
"What?"
"Yeah, she didn't have any cloths on and she took my pajamas off too."
(thinking, he probably doesn't know what that means)
"Really?"
"Yeah, mom. Lately I've been having a lot of dreams about girls who want to have sex with me. Last time it was 500 girls all at once."
(inward shriek of abject horror)
"oh, well, maybe you should tell Dad that one, son."
(walk quietly back into the bedroom. deep breath. close door. Break out into laughter)
Grey: "What is wrong with you, hon?"
(relate story to my husband)
Grey: "Hmm...looks like I'm going to be having the sex talk with Scout today, huh."
"Yeah, I think so."
(Needless to say, I forgot the chips that went with the dip I was cooking this morning. Forgot my purse. Forgot I was changing INTO casual cloths at 11AM, not wearing them to work.)
On the one hand, I'm glad that my son and I have the kind of relationship where he feels comfortable telling me things like that.
On the other hand....Eeeeiiiiyaaahhhh! I'm not ready for my baby to tell me these things.