The Movie

My son came home from school the other day a little bit freaked out. He's in fifth grade and that day was the day of The Movie. You remember the one.. the day the boys go into one room and the girls go into another and the teachers do their best to stifle the nervous laughter. The son of one of my friends didn't want to talk about it, but just told her, "It was really graphic".

My son was a little bit more open. The most disturbing thing they saw was actually seeing the transformation from boy to man. My husband gets nervous even talking about this stuff with me, so I was the one who had the "talk" with my son. Not the talk that includes any discussion about mechanics and girls, the other one about puberty. They sent him home from school with a pamphlet and a free sample of Old Spice deodorant. He's been wearing deodorant since he turned 9 and two of the 11-year old boys we know have already shaved. My son thinks it's hilarious that The Movie was sponsored by Old Spice.

I told him, that girls change too, but he really didn't want to know anything about that and I didn't want to tell him. This all reminds me of the family trip we took once to the Art Institute of Chicago. I was trying to get my children interested in all the artwork and not surprisingly, my son was totally fascinated by all the nudes. He was only about 7-years old. I tried to pry my son away from staring at one beautiful Renaissance painting of the Three Fates, by getting him to go into a different gallery and look around and see what artwork in that new room was most interesting. "I want to stay in this room. This painting is really interesting."

This is sort of related. Check out THIS POST from my archive. Be sure to click on the "Click here" link to see the naughty bits.

Thanks for all your comments about my ring episode and my giveaway.

BaileyGirl5 said...

I hate that sick feeling when you realize you've lost something. I know this sounds weird but I always say a prayer that my eyes will be drawn to my missing object. Lo and behold, I always find it!

I don't know why I didn't say it before, but that is exactly what I did. I'd torn apart an area I was sure it would be and I got on my knees and prayed to God that the stone would reveal itself. Only shortly afterward it did in a completely different part of the house. You can believe what you want, but I believe the prayer worked. My mother-in-law once lost her diamond in a gravel parking lot at her church. It was found and returned 3 weeks later.

Finally, because this post needs a picture. Here's the tattoo embroidery I did for KittyKill in our Tea Towel Tour on Craftster.