Thursday was my evening to be home by 5 p.m. I was home at 6:15 p.m. I really really really wanted to sneak off to watch the volleyball game tonight. Instead, I followed my Quest 10 plan and stayed home.
And good thing, because tonight, Daughter asked about being pregnant. She was concerned that she was, or might be, pregnant. Being an ex-high school sex ed teacher, I remained calm. We went through some vocabulary, and besides repeatedly substituting "peanut" for the male anatomy, I think she understood the general idea. A google image search provides some helpful exhibits. Husband was a little concerned that our internet cookies now show us searching sex sites, but there are surprisingly many educational (interpret: non-porn) websites and images out there.
When I asked her if she had encountered any, er, peanuts lately, she said no, so I'm pretty sure we don't have to worry about a nine-month surprise.
I hope the Teenager is keeping his peanut in his pants...
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