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Why You Should Always Monitor the Books Your Kid Checks Out at the Library!

mishelle1I can’t quite remember where we were going, but I remember that Davey was napping and the kids were having some reading time. I think we were going to co-op. Yeah, that’s it; we were going to co-op, but I digress.

The kids were all on the couches, reading, and I was upstairs getting ready. All of a sudden I heard someone running up the stairs. I peeked out of my bathroom and it was Mikey.

Mama! This is the most disgusting book in the whole wide world!”

“What is it, Mikey?”

“I don’t know? Some book that BENNY took out from the library. It’s disgusting and you should take it back and tell them to never let anyone rent it again!”

“Mikey. It can’t be that bad. What’s the title?”

My Mom’s Having a Baby and it’s disgusting. Come and see!” {puking sounds}

At this point I was a little worried about what I was going to find in this “My Mom’s Having a Baby” book. I followed Mikey to the living room.

“Mama,” Livey said, “Benny got this book out and it’s kinda gross. Here. Read it!”

Benny innocently said, “I just took it out because you had a baby and I thought I’d like it!”

I took the book and started flipping through the pages. The book was about a girl named Elizabeth and how you couldn’t tell by looking at her mom, but inside her was a little tiny baby growing. How her mom ate good food for the baby.  How she took care of their health by going to a doctor every month. Yadda, yadda, yadda.   Then one night Elizabeth wonders, “how did that baby get in Mom’s tummy?”

Enter gross. Enter disgusting. Enter Mishelle’s gonna have some explaining to do.

My face grew red hot. I closed the book carefully, went to the table, picked up my cell phone, said I’ll be right back, and went out the front door to call Michael.

“Dude. Our kids just found out how babies are made?”

“How?”

“A book!”

“A book?”

“Yes, a freakin’ book! Benny took out a book from the library called “My Mom’s Having a Baby” and IT. SHOWS. EVERYTHING.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything! Like, my mom and dad love each other so much that, at night, they cuddle and kiss, under the covers, naked, and then my dad’s penis goes into my mom’s vagina and a GOOEY liquid comes out and that’s how he knocks her up. Yes. Totally explicit. What do I do?”

“They told it like that?”

“Well, not exactly, but you know?! They even had hearts coming up from the mom and dad. THE DAD WAS ON TOP, YO!  Seriously. They so know.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to go in there and tell them about it now.”

“I know, I know.”

I hung up with the guy who put his penis into my vagina on more than one night and trudged back into the house.

I sat down. And sighed, “Guys. I wanna talk to you about that book.”

“What book?” Mikey asked.

“The book you thought was disgusting. Look, that book talks about the way babies are made. I just want to talk to you about it to see if you have any questions. Because, that’s how a baby IS made.”

“REALLY?”
“Are you sure?”
“Mama, tell the truth!”

“No guys, really,” and I continued to tell them about the love mamas and papas have for each other, and the love they make, and the biology of it all, and the penis and the vagina, and how you have to be much, much, MUCH older to have [sex].

“Do you guys have any questions?”

Mikey and Livey shook their heads no.

Benny however looked at me, cocked his head to the side, and said, “Mama, are you really telling the truth? Is that how a baby gets inside of a mom?”

“Yes, Benny, it’s true! All true.”

“Ugh. Mama. Couldn’t you just lie to us? That’s just SO disgusting.”

This was originally posted at Secret Agent Mama on January 15th, 2009.

I have since had another–more in depth–talk with my children, all because of the movie “17 Again”.   It just goes to show that not only should you* monitor the books your kids check out at the library, but you should also preview the movies they watch first, too.  Or simply watch the movie with them.  That way when questions come up you can answer them.   So what if you are red faced and sweating a little?   I mean, your daughter’s got underarm hair and your son is wearing deodorant and thinking girls are cute instead of gross and all cutie-ridden.  They’re growing up, you old woman you!

*you = me but might also be YOU!

About Mishelle Lane

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