Heaven Help Us<\/b>
\nMy youngest son told me today that he has a girlfriend. She is in his 4-year-old preschool class. He told me that she has tall legs, blue eyes, blonde hair (wike mine, he says) and the name of Emma. <\/p>\n
My oldest son has now discovered that there are br**sts in the world. It is like he has discovered that there are staplers in the world — that is how straightforward (and totally CLUELESS) he is about it all. The other day I asked him what he was doing and he said, “I’m looking at your br**sts.” And then he laughed. Jon and I laughed, too, because the way he said it was hilarious. But a split second after laughing, I felt a sudden deep sense of foreboding. Maybe it’s not too late for us to move somewhere remote? I have a feeling that all of this is only going to get harder. <\/p>\n
Meanwhile, the two middle boys don’t want to know or have anything to do with girls and their visible anatomy. I’m going to count that as a blessing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Heaven Help Us My youngest son told me today that he has a girlfriend. She is in his 4-year-old preschool class. He told me that she has tall legs, blue eyes, blonde hair (wike mine, he says) and the name … Continue reading