Remember how Jane wanted to read Breaking Dawn? Well, today she asked me again, we were in the car. Jane and I were in the front seat and Alexander in the middle back. A nice little triangle.
Jane asked me if I’d come to any conclusion about her reading Breaking Dawn. I told her that I had several thoughts on it, and one of them was to just let her read it and self censor, but that it was a discussion for Dad and me to have first. Then this happened:
ALEXANDER: Why can’t you read about a baby in a tummy.
ME: Uh, errrr… ugh…
JANE: Because it has sex in it.
ALEXANDER: What is sex?
[insert sound of Jane giggling… please remind me to punish her for something soon]
ME: I’m going to have you talk to Dad about it when he gets home.
ALEXANDER: Why? Is it like baseball?
Then we got to talking about Vampires and the afterlife, which is, frankly, much better for me. Because talking about sex in a car in rush hour for the second time (remind me to tell you about Jane one day) is simply too much for me on a Friday.
I got home and sent my husband an email. Take a look.