Raising Boys #4
My boys amaze me every day…sometimes in a good way…sometimes not so much…
“Chu chu” “Aaan” “Tain” “Buk” I think that’s “choo choo,” “Aidan,” “train,” and “book.” But I could be wrong. Sean is talkative but it’s his own language at this point. My favorite? “Con-neeeeeeeeeeee” – that would be Ms. Connie at daycare.
“These are BUTT cheeks, Mommy” – Aidan pointing to his butt. “You have butt cheeks too!” – pointing to my butt. Thanks honey.
“If you marry a boy, does that mean you’re gay?” Wait, what?
This is not the conversation I want to have with a five year old during bath time…it just isn’t. Once I realized the “you” in that statement wasn’t ME, but referred to him, then the statement made a little more sense. Apparently, he hugged a little boy today and someone (presumably older) said that was “gay.”
So, first, we established that yes, if a grown man marries another man, we can assume he’s gay. Then I went into the, “there’s nothing wrong with being gay” speech. Yes, I know some people disagree. But that’s how we roll at my house. Then I let him know that it’s not okay to refer to someone as gay in a mean way (I didn’t feel like explaining what “insult” means). Then, I finally got up the courage to ask him what he thought about marrying a boy. And the response was, “DISGUSTING!” So you like girls? “Yup!” Oh, thank God!
Can we go back to asking how Sean got in my stomach? I think I can handle that question now.