That’s How You Make Babies
When I was eleven my best friend and I used to go through her parents closet and drawers like it was a religion. At that age, I think it’s a normal part of your development to become noisy as hell. I figure it’s because you are starting to understand the underbelly of people’s lives, but adults still keep things hidden from you. Basically, you have no choice, but to go searching for answers on your own and that’s when you discover the magical world of sex paraphernalia and depending on whose closet you’re riffling through, maybe a bag of weed or two.
My infamous mother was babysitting two eleven year olds the other day, one of my good friend’s daughter and her friend, when the two girls took my mom into my friend’s bedroom and showed her what they found in the bedside table: a box of condoms and a book of sex positions. My Mom, the wiz under pressure, told them that’s what you did when you wanted to make babies.
I couldn’t help but point out that the box of condoms wouldn’t exactly be helpful when it came to making babies. “What else was I gonna tell them?”, my mother asked. I suppose she had a point. It’s a tricky situation to navigate when you don’t know how a kid’s parents are handling the whole sex talk situation. Thankfully, the kid in question’s mother is pretty open with her kids. She might not have been happy they went through her drawers, but she wasn’t upset by what they found.
How would you have handled the situation?