Leon has been learning a lot lately. Just the other day, he explained to me the mechanics behind a "french kiss." This had been carefully illustrated by a fellow classmate. Today, he flipped me the bird from the back seat and told me that his friend told him that it meant "a bad word." Well, yes, my son, it does. After reminiscing with a friend about all the colorful lessons we learned in elementary school, I could only cringe and brace myself for what's ahead.
There are useful lessons, too. Leon witnessed a mother goat giving birth while on a field trip. He later told me that she had "pooped" them out. It was a good time for us to have a frank discussion about female anatomy. After all, it will be relevant around here in the near future. Anna came home from ballet class today wanting to teach all the terms she had learned and how to do a proper plie. If you have never experienced parental bliss, put your daughter in dance lessons and enjoy!
