I’ve been reading a lot of posts on Facebook from parents struggling to have “the talk” with their children.
I didn’t find it that hard.
My daughter started asking questions when she was nine, always when we were in the car with her three-year-old sister. I had the best educated three-year-old in the country.
I kept expecting to get a call from the three year old’s daycare teacher that would go like this: “We know that the words she is using are anatomically correct, but we would prefer she not be sharing them with the other children.”
Before long I found myself explaining the mechanics of sex to my oldest daughter. I kept it to the physical mechanics of the process (tab A into slot B) at which point she asked,
“Mom, does the girl know the boy is doing this?”
Gotta love that innocence.