Today as we drove to baseball practice, I marveled quietly at Bruno Mars’, Leave the Door Open, being sung word-for-word in the backseat, especially when it got to:
Cuddling
Rose petals in the bathtub, girl, lets jump in
It’s bubblin’
Neither of them missed a beat. I’m not sure they were really absorbing the lyrics, thankfully, but boy did they sing them with feeling. We’re going down Tank Farm Road when I think I hear, “Uterus” blurted into the world.
Over the music I ask the question that must be asked, “Uh, did someone just say uterus?”
Jacob replies, “Yeah– It’s a word I heard during class today that I remember, but I don’t know what it means.”
There’s some giggling as I explain the basics of the female reproductive system and their personal experiences in utero.
Looks like sixth grade health class has finally started.