I’m still a bit traumatised this morning from the question Miss Frugal asked me last night, she snuggled up on my knee on the settee, looked at me with her big blue eyes and said “Mammy, What’s sexing?”
I wasn’t sure what to say to her, I always said I would be completely honest with her and answer any questions she has but I really wasn’t expecting her to hit me with this so young. After a few seconds of gobsmackedness (is that even a word) I asked her what she thought it was and she was kind enough to demonstrate on me, her little demonstration consisted of a big kiss during which she tried to put her tongue in my mouth!!!! So for those of you who don’t already know, that is sexing.
I’ve left it at that for the moment but I don’t know if I should tell her more, part of me thinks that agreeing that sexing is just kissing is one of those acceptable white lies – like Santa and the Easter Bunny but the other part of me is worried that I should tell her the truth (in a very child friendly way obviously 😉 ).
I love the way she snuggles with me on a night after Master Frugal has gone to bed, she tells me about her day and what she’s done at school. She tells me all about and friends and her boyfriends (she usually has about three on the go!) and then we sit and watch some cheesy show like Hannah Montana or Wizards of Waverly Place.
She does ask awkward questions occasionally and told me a while ago that she knew that Daddy’s put babies in Mammy’s tummies during the night! She also asked me in detail how a pregnancy test works after she saw an advert for one on the TV and after her recent experience of Gas and Air, she is fascinated with giving birth. Even so, I wasn’t expecting this!
What should I do?
