He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out' from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and how it was done.
One day he took his question to his mother, who became rather flustered. Instead of explaining things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the curtains one night and watch his older sister and her boyfriend.
This he did.
The following morning, Johnny described EVERYTHING to his mother.
"Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while, then he turned off most of the lights. Then he started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must be getting sick, because her face started looking funny. He must have thought so too, because he put his hand inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding her heart. I guess he was getting sick too, because pretty soon both of them started panting and getting all out of breath. His other hand must have been cold because he put it under her skirt. About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan and sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end of the couch. This was when her fever started. I knew it was a fever, because Sis told him she felt really hot. Finally, I found out what was making them so sick......
-a big eel; had gotten inside his pants somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood there, about 10 inches long, honest, anyway he grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away. When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got big, and her mouth fell open, and she started calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell her about the ones down at the lake by our house!
Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by biting its head off. The eel spit on her face a little bit and then... All of a sudden she grabbed it with both hands and held it tight while he took a muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the eel's head to keep it from biting again.
Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top of the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight. Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill the eel by squashing it between them. After a while they both quit moving and gave a great sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there, limp, and some of its insides were hanging out.
Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He started hugging and kissing her again. By golly, the eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and started to fight again. I guess eels are like cats- they have nine lives or something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35 minute struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin off and flush it down the toilet."
AH HA HA! HA! HA!!! I have read this a zillion times on MYSPACE and jokes aside it really captures the innocence and imagination of children!! Which take me onto the delicate subject of sex education... How do you approach it with kids?
I Work with mainly older kids and over the years parents ask me for advise on how to speak to their children about it!! It is easy offering advise... The don't have to take it ha!! HA!! My own future is now faced discussing the 'Birds and the Bees' with both a girl and a boy in a society in which schools are beginning sex education at school earlier and earlier!! I have realised over the last few years when working with school age children, that the days when you could just wash over how babies are made, are well and truly gone. As most of them know more about the reproductive system than I was taught or care to remember!!! I have had to explain reproduction to many children who ask 'THAT' question... And many a time, I have had a kid point out the areas where I have skimmed over!!
Luckily with my work I get to give these children back and can say..."you need to ask mummy about that" as they try to snigger at my uncomfortableness. Over the years I have learnt that children know far more than we think... I get to hear stories about all sorts of rude things that children have seen and heard and in turn make me aware I cannot pull the wool over the eyes of my own kids!! So at what age do I start this treacherous task with your children?!!... LOL!!
I was watching a children's show the other day, one that my kids like to watch a lot and to be honest with you, I thought it was a bit much for them. All the snogging, love and romance made me wonder where all the innocent shows like Fun House had gone!!
With my eldest already saying the word 'sexy'. It is frightening how quickly kids work things out and try and see the kind of response they get using this talk in the adult world. Question is, do they really understand the meaning of sexy and if so what do I do about it?
Masturbating is something we all do... Not something I have ever discussed with my parents or many of my friends to be honest!! Yet another subject that fills me with dread because whilst I want my children to feel liberated that this is a normal unashamedly thing to do. I do not really want to teach them things that perhaps their innocence isn't ready for! The following clip is an approach that I hope my partner doesn't take... HE! He he!
My eldest child is 3 and it has been a while now since they discovered part of their body best left alone at at age!! So far, I have been retorting the words "Don't do that!!" and "Stop playing with yourself like that!!" and my cocky 3 year old has replied the dreaded "WHY?" on numerous occasions. I mean what do you say to,"WHY?" Don't you hate that...
What I mean is, do I answer angrily "Because you shouldn't be doing that"? Possibly going on to make them feel that they should never do it and it is wrong...
Or ignore the behaviour and have a child that has carries on in public?...
Or perhaps I should just sit them down and talk to them about what they are doing, you know, when is the right time and when is the wrong time... AH! HA! HA!
LOL!! I bet my Mother didn't worry like this when I was 3 years old and just ignored it!... But then again I bet my Mother didn't worry about the many paedophiles that lived in the area, when I was a small child either.
With my rant of debatable worries over I leave this blog with the hope to find an important balance between how I educate my children and how society educates them for me... I am sure I shall approach this topic again as my kids grow up, but for now I shall put it to rest ;) x
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