Lock up your daughters
Boy Star: Mommy, how do I get a wife?
Momma Star: Why do you want a wife?
Boy Star: So I can grow up and have babies. Where do I get a wife?
Momma Star: You find a girl you like and want to kiss and ask her to marry you. Then you get married and she's your wife.
Boy Star: I need to go on the computer. I think I can find one on the internet.
I am so dreading puberty.
Momma Star: Why do you want a wife?
Boy Star: So I can grow up and have babies. Where do I get a wife?
Momma Star: You find a girl you like and want to kiss and ask her to marry you. Then you get married and she's your wife.
Boy Star: I need to go on the computer. I think I can find one on the internet.
I am so dreading puberty.
posted by Momma Star at 8:53 PM
4 Comments:
Har! I'll keep OmegaDotter far, far away--she's going to be kept locked in a closet from between 12 and 25. (DH says 35...)
;-)
ROFLOL!!!!!
Uh-oh...he may just find my oldest on the computer. And she knows alllllllllllllll about where babies come from.
Although, she has definite ideas about just when it's going to happen for her, and I think it's sometime after she finishes her stint in NYC as a famous artist.
So, you know, you'll have a paint-covered, bonemian DIL at your Thanksgiving table, and grandchildren going all Jackson Pollock with the mashed potatoes. ;-)
Kate, my DH says a nunnery until 35. What is it about 35?
OMG, that's hilarious!
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