I’m not sure any of us was quite ready for it, but my daughter shared some knowledge with us at breakfast-time today.
My six-year-old boy was just pulling his pants up after visiting the toilet. We’d been treated to the sound of him weeing for an unfeasibly long time after he'd left the door wide open in a “Were you born in a barn?” kind of way, before he padded back into the lounge and announced his willy was “sticking out like it had a bone sinking into it”.
This was the opportunity his sister seemed to have been waiting for. She was all about the willy facts: ““Oh, yes, that’s quite normal,” she told her brother, in a sage-like voice. “Boys get that, you know, especially when they’re teenagers.”
My boy looked startled, and a little impressed that his big sister seemed to know what had been going on in teeny todger territory. And she was ultra keen to expand upon her knowledge of his expansion (obviously having paid very close attention in her recent Personal, Social and Health Education lessons).
“Yes, you’ll find that you’ll be making seeds for the eggs and you’ll have sperm come out of your willy in your bed at night.”
I nearly choked on my cornflakes. My boy looked down at his pants frontage with amazement.
I baled. “Time for school, everyone! Quick, quick, no time to talk, we’ll be late!”
I’m not sure any of us was quite ready for it, but my daughter shared some knowledge with us at breakfast-time today.
