You know you are getting old when it’s 7:45 on a Friday night. The wife is sitting on the computer checking out her favorite blogs and other ridiculous websites. The husband is watching Indiana Jones: The Raiders of the Lost Ark. The wife is remembering the class she took in the Iowa college of cinema that talked about movies and sound (specifically referring to Indiana’s score–often referred to as “da, da, da, da, da da da da”–as well as the villian’s score –dark, rustic, you get the picture). Both husband and wife sit on different couches drinking a glass of wine. That is old, especially when they are both thinking about going to bed in T minus 1 hour. Alas that is us in all of our elderly glory.
Funny comment by Trysten the other day. It reminded me of why I don’t feel old enough to parent some days. Let me set the scene: Trysten was upstairs after waking up in the morning. We went downstairs when we heard Dailah babbling. I put her on the changing table. Trysten watches. The following is an almost-verbatim glimpse into our lives.
Trysten: Mommy, girls don’t have penises do they? What did you say it was called again?
Mommy: Girls have vaginas, Trysten.
Trysten: Oh that’s right. (Turns to Dailah) Nice vagina, Dailah.
WHAT?!?!?!?! What do I do in this case? It was so innocent and pure but all I wanted to do was laugh at the fact that my almost 5-year old is using terms like penis and vagina in a sentence; and saying them the way they should be. It’s not riddled with sexual innuendo (as it would be if their dad was trying to have the same discussion) but just very basic. Incredible.
I don’t know what I’ll ever do when it comes to the “sex talk”. I’m not entirely convinced I’ll be very good at that even though I know it’s necessary. If my intuition is anything like I think it is, I’m going to guess it will look mostly like me pretending to bite my nails and Zach doing all the talking. He’s a talker, that’s just what he does. Go for it, sweetness.
Anyhow, according to the score in Indiana Jones, it is about time to see some pretty crazy Indiana Jones ass kicking. Can’t beat that on a Friday night. If you think you can, I’d love to hear from you. Until then, da da da da, da da da da da.