Yesterday morning before school, Nate informed me, with a bit of giddy trepidation, “Mom today’s the first day of sex ed.” Love how they save possibly the most important part of the curriculum for the final eight days of school. And yes, I did sign the permission slip and add three enthusiastic exclamation points next to the “Yes” checkbox.
So I’m pulling out of Laguna, on our way toward his school, “Nate, what’s the big deal? You luh-uh-uuuuuhve talking about your private parts.”
“Yeah. But not about the West Virginia.”
Then I say, “The West Virginia?? More like the South Virginia.”
And now we both think we’re so clever.