The migraine du jour
May. 17th, 2004 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slipjig3Being a parent means always finding new things to worry about. One of the tried-and-true methods for inducing parental terror is the classic my-child-has-gained-knowledge-that-I'd-rather-s/he-did-not-have-just-yet trigger. What makes this one scary is the nasty tendency for such information to come in twos and threes and fours, so you're left convinced that your 7-year-old is just days away from not only using the words "shit" and "fuck" in conversation, but in their proper context.
Today I picked up Abbey from her after-school program, and got pulled aside by one of the leaders, who began speaking in tones not loud enough for the young'uns to hear. It seems that one of the older boys had mentioned that had been, and I quote, "kicked in the nuts," to which Abbey (loudly) responded, "What does that mean?!" "I just wanted to let you know," the leader informed me, "just in case she starts asking questions." Swell. Thank you.
Then Abbey showed me the stack of her artwork she was taking home. One item was a cross-section of her Dream House, with all the various readily-identifible rooms drawn in, no labels necessary. There was one room, however, that she did see fit to label: it showed two people in chairs facing each other in close proximity, grinning madly. This, so said the caption, was "THE LOVE ROOM." I asked Abbey about it, and she shrugged, "Yeah, that's where people go to get hitched." Double swell.
I'm sure she'll be fine. Considering, though, that last week she strode into her house and promptly announced to her mom and grandparents, "Guess what? I saw Daddy and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela kissing!" I'm just a tad scared.
Today I picked up Abbey from her after-school program, and got pulled aside by one of the leaders, who began speaking in tones not loud enough for the young'uns to hear. It seems that one of the older boys had mentioned that had been, and I quote, "kicked in the nuts," to which Abbey (loudly) responded, "What does that mean?!" "I just wanted to let you know," the leader informed me, "just in case she starts asking questions." Swell. Thank you.
Then Abbey showed me the stack of her artwork she was taking home. One item was a cross-section of her Dream House, with all the various readily-identifible rooms drawn in, no labels necessary. There was one room, however, that she did see fit to label: it showed two people in chairs facing each other in close proximity, grinning madly. This, so said the caption, was "THE LOVE ROOM." I asked Abbey about it, and she shrugged, "Yeah, that's where people go to get hitched." Double swell.
I'm sure she'll be fine. Considering, though, that last week she strode into her house and promptly announced to her mom and grandparents, "Guess what? I saw Daddy and
rafaela kissing!" I'm just a tad scared.
