Sex Ed.

Yep, I'm sure that title got your attention. I was going to post a sweet Valentine's Day conversation, but I'll save that for another time. This conversation just occurred and I must say that I find it pretty darn witty. For those of you that personally know Jake, you will appreciate the following dialogue. For those of you that don't know him, you probably won't get the sarcasm or whole tone of this. Oh well, introducing 6th grade Sex Ed.....

Jake: "Mom, you know about AIDS?"
Me: "Sure Jake. Why?"
Jake: "Well I was wondering something. Do you think that people who have phone sex get hearing AIDS?"

Sorry, but I thought it was funny. I laughed so hard that I almost wet my pants. Of course, Dad and Nana just rolled their eyes. I still think it is pretty funny.

As a side note to the whole sex ed. thing, Jake's health teacher is the mom of a childhood friend of mine. One day he said that he thought it was creepy that she said penis and vagina all the time. I asked him if he would prefer that she call them who-whos and wing-dings, but he didn't think I was funny. I must say that I get his point. I would be completely creeped out if I heard my friend's mom talking about vaginas and penises too!

Hooked On Phonics Worked For Me!

Thank God for phonemic awareness! This post represents a classic Owenism (if that is even a word). This happened when he was four, obviously before he could read. He had little phonemic awareness because he would never show interest or participate. My colleagues still talk about this one. It went a little something like this:

Owen: "Mom, Jacob said the f word."

Mom: "Oh Owen, that's not very nice. He knows he shouldn't talk like that."

Owen: "I know. I told him he isn't supposed to say bitch."

As you can tell, he has come a long way. His vocabulary of obscenities has grown and phonics has allowed him to know the proper letter and sound each start with. Those are my boys!

The Literary World According to Kenna

All my kids love to read. They have inherited their love of books from me. Ever since I was a little girl, you could always find me curled up with something to read. I still read anything I can get my hands on-- everything from books to the backs of cereal packages. Jake and Syd read everything as well. Owen is also turning into quite the reader. Now, I only have to worry about four year old Kenna. After the conversation we had last night, I'm not sure reading will be her favorite past time. It went a little something like this:

Syd: "I don't know what I am going to do after I read the last book in The Last Apprentice series. I love them. I hope I kind find something else this good."

Kenna: "Well, I don't want to learn how to read. Books just put ideas in your head. It's not good to have all those ideas swimming around in there. That's what makes people do crazy things."

Yes, that's right. Kenna just set the education system back about 200 years. We wouldn't want anyone to have those ideas swimming around in their head, would we?