The other day my daughter rushed into my office (bedroom) after school. Guess what we learned about today mum?
Umm…
Puberty.
Cue muting my line and turning off the camera.
I made the mistake of asking one too many questions. Apparently they hadn’t covered the making babies part. So we did.
So that’s how a baby is made, my daughter observed, so kind of like chemistry then?
Umm… I guess you could say sperm and egg fusing is like chemistry (although as a friend observed, it’s actually biology…)
Nah mum, I meant like when a boy and girl kiss…
I think that confirms that there has been way too much Netflix.
At that point, she decided that was enough of that and wandered away. Just in time for me to answer a question on the call. I just about held it together.
She’d obviously been paying attention to her lessons though because when her older brother asked what puberty was (he missed those lessons due to Covid), her response was rapid…
“You’ll get hair on your pits, hair on your bits, hair on your face and your voice will drop.”
Job done.
