During a family Scattergories game a few years ago, the category was parts of the body. The letter was F. You know the drill — you have to come up with an answer no one else writes down in order to get a point. Finger, foot, femur. They were all repeated.
My son – who was about six and insisted on playing by himself, without a partner, for the first time — proudly announced that he had a word no one else had thought of.
“Fagina!” he exclaimed, sending his parents, sister, cousins, and grandpa into gales of laughter.
“It’s a word!” he said.
“Yes, but it starts with a V,” I told him, stifling my giggles at his innocent spelling mistake. “The word is vagina.”
Which sort of embarrassed some people at the table, but I figure you have to take those moments when they come. We’ve been doing that for the past few years, answering questions, sometimes honestly, sometimes with those kid-friendly explanations that don’t tell the whole story.
My son kind of knew what sex was.
Sort of knew where babies come from. I didn’t really think he needed to know, you know, everything. But now that he’s approaching 10, topics related to sex and puberty are coming up more often, so I thought we’d better prepare for “The Talk.” It seems a little trickier with my son than my older daughter, so I signed up for a “Moms of Boys” workshop with some friends. And I bought him a book, of course. I figured my husband and/or I would read it with him, then we’d sit down and answer all his questions and that would be it.
It didn’t quite go as planned.