Monday, September 29, 2008
Well, it's happened. Dylan asked me what sex was. I guess I should have asked him where he heard the word, but really, when you think about how much the word is on TV, even innocently ("You should refrain from sexual activity until you know how such-and-such a drug affects you...", etc.), I guess I shouldn't be surprised or even shocked, really.
I remember, when I was about Dylan's age, we had little alphabet letter magnets on our fridge, and I spelled out the word "sex." And I got into huge trouble! I didn't even know what it was! I just knew is was risque. :)
So anyways, in a panic, I did the old "I'll talk to you about it when you're older" line. Such a cop-out. I just needed some time! So I told Ben about it, and we decided to tell Dylan what it is and what it entails. Ben did all the talking, and he actually did a good job. Dylan looked like he didn't believe one word Ben was telling him (This is probably because Ben is always telling Dylan crap, seeing if Dylan will believe it. Dylan doesn't know if Ben is telling the truth, half the time), so we'll see if it even sunk in. But Ben was very tactful, very scientific, and very careful. And he made sure to tell Dylan that you only do it when you are married and want to have a kid (we're not going to tell him it's pleasurable yet).
Maybe you are all totally appalled that we told Dylan how it works, but I'd rather him learn it from us than from someone else. I think it's important to de-mystify things like this. We'll probably have to have the talk again someday, but for now, I'm proud of Ben for being brave. I'll have to tackle the whole period and tampon thing with Sadie someday, so I figure that Ben should have his share of uncomfortable parental moments. :)