Lots of talk about puberty at school apparently. My bd (beloved daughter) reckons that a girl in her class is scared of being near people 'with mounds' as she puts it (that's breasts to you and me) as she believes she can catch puberty. I don't blame her.
We've had another talk about the second sex education video they showed at school. Another question to field, a bit more tricky this time. 'Do gay people have sex'. Yes, of course, I reply foolishly before even drawing breath. Of course! Give me an opportunity to hang myself, and I'd supply the rope. I didn't stop to think that I haven't even got over explaining straight sex without missing out vital facts. Well, I said, trying to find a way to get out of this hole, well...they find other ways. Of course that pathetic answer wouldn't satisfy the curiosity of a child. I felt her quizzical look without even looking at her. So, you know, they cuddle and touch. Where? she asks. Where do they touch, she repeats, not sure I have understood.
Well, you know... down there. My turn to ask a question: do you know what it's called? Without missing a beat, my darling daughter replies, 'eeer, harassment?'. I think it's time for a bedtime story that doesn't involve minefields.