Here I am at work the other night, when I get a phone call from my son.
Of coarse anytime I get a phone call from home, it usually raises a few concerns. Just for the pure fact that I work the grave yard shift, so it usually means there's a problem.
So, here I am 1 o'clock in the morning, getting a call from my son.
" Ma ?"
"Yes, Everything ok?"
"Ya, but ummmm I got a question"
"A question, at this time in the morning?"
"ya, ummmmmmm.......what's a hyman?"
" A what????"
"A hyman?"
" Boy, are you for real?"
" Ya"
" Ummmmmmmmm............"
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Ahahahahhahaha so what DID you tell him? And what the hell was he watching/reading that he found that word???
LOL. And how old is he? Anytime my 9yo asks me crap like that, I just flat out tell him. I give him as much detail as possible or until he stops me with "Ewe. OK, I don't want to know anymore. That's just gross."
Lovely. I remember when my then 4 year old asked me where babies came from. That conversation lasted FOREVER and he then proceeded to tell everyone and anyone he met about penises and vaginas. Lovely oh lovely.
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OK, that's funny.
Oh man. Those days are on the approach for us. Funny story.
Whoa! I'm dying to know what you said and how you handled it. And you're right; whenever the phone rings that late - it's never something joyful or good news on the other end. Kids and their questions are so cute, but I shutter to think about the day my wife or I will have to answer questions of that nature.
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