Talking About Sex With My Son

About a year and a half ago, I and my son, who was three and a half years old, were and when he addressed me to the cashier he asked me:

“Dad, what is this?”

Right in front of him, at the height of his face, several venus condoms, colored packets, and so on.

“Ah … this is supposed to be safe when you date.”

The boy looked at me as though he understood nothing. My talk had no head or tail. Only I do not give up easy …

“This is not to be born and not to be sick. Catching viruses or having a baby.

At this point it was not just him who looked at me as if I were an ET trying to sing in Russian, the cashier was already clenching his lip with a laugh.

Sometimes wisdom demands that the team be collected and tried again, but the situation has already become a matter of honor to me.

- Ah … It’s like a boxing glove, you put it in the pee to punch …

I should have kept my mouth shut. He looked at me like I was high. A woman appeared out of nowhere, too, holding herself up to keep from laughing, and the attendant, probably with pity for me, said “it’s … like we really punched.”

Well … conclusion of the story:

1) If I were a statist I would lower a decree prohibiting the exposure of condoms less than 1 meter from the floor;

2) As I do not support excessive regulations I went home thinking about studying a way to explain the subject to the boy.

Remember the difficulties and have fun and learn from them.

Anselmo Heidrich