At dinner tonight there was some discussion that was not meant to be heard by littler ears so when we got home, I took Ajers aside and we continued the conversation, which had started out with:
How does the egg get fertilized?
You really want to know?
Yeah, I guess I have to know, it’s a fact of life, right?
Well, it’s kind of like a puzzle.
Yeah, a puzzle.
I thought you knew.
Shrug. Grin. Maybe an embarrassed I-think-I-know-but-maybe-not grin.
Well, how do you think it happens?
I know you got naked and got into bed and well, that’s all I knew.
Well, it’s kind of like a puzzle. You know the girl parts and the boy parts?
Well, they have to fit together.
Strange look. Then slow lightbulb. Then:
You know, like a puzzle. They have to fit together.
Then really big lightbulb: You mean you put the thing in the thing?
Ugh! Uh, NO! That's disgusting! ... Like does dad leave it in there for like an hour?
Not that long.
How do you stand it?
Well, it's not that bad. It’s kind of like a hug, and we love each other, and we’re married.
Let’s not talk about this again like forever!