There was definitely a sheepishness in the way Miss8 approached me tonight.
“Dad,” she whispered. “Have you and Mummy even had S-E-X?”
Yep, she spelled it out.
I looked over her shoulder to where Tracey was sitting at her computer. The screen was forgotten and she was grinning at me with a ‘I’m so glad this is you and not me’ expression.
Given the conspiratorial nature of the discussion, I leaned in.
“How do you think you make babies?” I asked quietly, and received a frown as an initial response.
“Kissing?” she asked tentatively, and behind her I could tell Tracey’s heart nearly burst at the cuteness of this suggestion.
“Try again,” I suggested.
“S-E-X?” Miss8 suggested, although from her tone she didn’t dare believe it.
I gave her a nod in the affirmative. “Yep.”
“I’m afraid so,” I confirmed solemnly.
There was a pause as she took this in.
“Eeee-ewwwww!!” she bellowed. “That means you’ve had S-E-X seven times!”
And then she ran off. Which I was really okay with.
“Can’t wait until you explain you’re not successful every time you have S-E-X,” grinned Tracey.
I didn’t know I was meant to be. Talk about moving the goalposts.
Our family’s newest card game find – Exploding Kittens. Awesome.
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