September 16, 2005

Well, now...

...much to do this morning due to yesterday's notice of impending doom, so with your permission I will have to take a few hours here and go back to my more usual menial tasks, until later on in the day.

But before I do that, it came to my attention last night (as I was typing up YET ANOTHER school project for one of my children) that my older two girls really need to quit thinking quite so much.

Reba came in and related the story to me that Middle Girl and Oldest were talking about an upcoming birthday. Middle Girl's to be exact, which falls on September 29. Now that they both have had some instruction in human physiology, they counted backwards from that date to see exactly WHEN the whole Rebecca-making process started. They arrived at a date late in January, which is, of course, when Reba has her birthday--January 26, to be exact. Which caused Ashley to pipe up and tell Rebecca, "EWWWWW! You were Mom's BIRTHDAY PRESENT!" "EEEEEWWWWWWWW!!"

They were both appropriately scandalized, no matter if that was the exact circumstance of her conception or not. It being so very long ago, I can't say for certain if that had anything to do with it, but I can rest assured that the thought will haunt her now for the rest of her life.

Hehehehehe.

Anyway, to work now.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 16, 2005 08:23 AM
Comments

There are some things you wish children never thought about. Not that it's easy to help thinking about at times.

Posted by: Jordana at September 16, 2005 10:32 AM

I'm just glad they think it's so gross.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 16, 2005 10:37 AM

For Middle Girl's birthday party, grab Reba in a close hug and then tell MG: "In honor of your birthday, I'd like to tell you about the day you were ... ahem ... brought to life." Once she gets a look of horror on her face, then relate the day that you took Reba to the hospital for MG's birth and all of the joy you felt on that day.

[I'm just full of birthday advice for some reason.]

Posted by: MarcV at September 16, 2005 11:35 AM

And that's okay!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 16, 2005 12:11 PM

That's hysterical.

I will never, ever forget the day it dawned on Daughter that the whole birds and the bees thing was not entirely theoretical where her dad and I were concerned. Somehow, she thought that because she was adopted, there was no need for us to engage in.... well, you know. When the light-bulb finally went on, the horror on her face was priceless. Wish I'd had a camera handy.

Posted by: Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady at September 16, 2005 03:18 PM

Heheheheheheee. I sense a topic for a future Thursday Three...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at September 16, 2005 03:27 PM