I was in Target yesterday when I was looking for a box that I could use to send a package to my friend Molly and this is what I heard from the next aisle over:
Girl says, "Mom, tell Sara to stop kissing the Justin Bieber notebook."
Mom sighs, "Sara, stop kissing the notebook."
Sara whines, "But whyyyyyy?"
Mom answers, "Because you will get herpes and die."
Huh? It was at this point that I had to laugh out loud. I stood there, confused, wondering if the mother meant that her daughter could contract a disease from kissing a notebook that presumably, many hands have touched or if she really meant that kissing could give her daughter herpes and that kissing could result in death! In any event, it was a very funny conversation to eavesdrop on.
Naturally, I had to meander down that aisle so I could see what these girls looks like. I spotted a girl who was probably thirteen or fourteen years of age, holding a notebook about three inches from her face and staring at it dreamily.
I instantly thought about what the dreaded "sex talk" would sound like in their household.
Girl tattles, "Mom, Sara wants to have sex."
Mom, "Sara, don't have sex."
Sara whines, "But whyyyy?"
Mom, "Because you will die."
Ah, man...I am so not ready for the sex conversation! Thank goodness Trent is so little and because we will have two boys, I guess Mark will be in charge of that conversation which I presume will take place in the nature on some hunting or fishing trip, where Mark will let the boys take a sip of his beer and make them promise not to tell me about it.
By the way, in case any of you who I am not friends with on Facebook, wonders what the men in my life look like, here they are:
And this is me:

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