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Recently have been told I look like Mary Ann from Gilligan's Island. I hadn't heard that in years, but that is a good place to start as to what I look like, although she had a better bod. I have three boys and have been married for 13 years. Born of a Navy family, in Hawaii, one Mom, one Dad, one sister and one brother. The eldest of three children. BS in Applied Mathematics. Consider Pensacola my home town although I moved every 2-3 years of my life growing up. Currently work in the aerospace industry in an engineering position while being a Mom. Of Celtic heritage and very proud of it.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

A Mild Case of Deja Vu

Yesterday in the car, while driving home from Karate, my eldest son says to me, “Mom, what’s a hooker?” I nearly choked on my hamburger. (We did quick take out for dinner. I know, I’m a bad Mom.)

I could tell. It was going to be one of these ‘rear view mirror’ conversations again.

After asking him where he heard it, in what context, etc., etc., I decided it was time to tell him. (I never did get a real straight answer on where he heard it, but I couldn’t very well let him wander around using the word. God only knows if he thought it might deal with helping someone get naked in a restaurant.) We need to start carrying his dictionary in the car. Coincidentally, just 5 minutes before he had asked me what the word solicit meant. I think it was from the drive through… there is a sign that says ‘No soliciting’.

So I finally tell him what a hooker is, a woman who sells her body for sex to a man. Period. Then I started thinking, “Wow. Where do I stop with this? Should I tell him about turning tricks and Johns?” But I used restraint and refrained.

At the end though, I could not help myself. I said, “Hey, remember when you asked me a couple minutes ago what the word solicits meant? Well, if we were going to use that in a sentence we might say, ‘the hooker solicits sex for a living.’.” He was quiet. I may have emotionally scarred him… I don’t know.

Bet I wouldn’t win any big points with his language arts teacher for that one.

By the way, my sister is completely appalled that my son now knows about sex AND hookers… but… still believes in the Easter Bunny. I seem to be OK with that.

5 Comments:

Blogger Michael said...

I want to here the phone call
Principle: ”Your son has been caught soliciting sex from the several girls in school”.
Boudicca: “Not my sweet innocent one”
Principle: “When I asked him where he heard that before, he said” “My mom told me about it last year”.
Boudicca “umm….”
Principle: “What do you charge?”

12:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hummm....does he have any friends who play the video game Grand Theft Auto? I understand you lose a lot of money but get life/health points.

~ cin in socal

3:47 AM  
Blogger Jody said...

Yup, I think using two new words in one sentence may have been too much.

I like that you answer your children honestly. It will keep communication open into their teen years. They should feel like they can ask you anything.

9:29 AM  
Blogger Sally said...

My mother told me that prostitutes were women who waited in the street for men to drive up and offer them money for sex.

It came back to bite her when I saw a woman who turned out to be a colleague of hers, waiting in a doorway for her husband to drive her home.

"Look! A prostitute!"

You could really confuse Son #1 by talking about unsolicitated e-mails ;-)

1:04 PM  
Blogger Graumagus said...

Tell him to remember, if he's deciding to build a "stable" later in life that his pimp stick and fur coat should always be green and gold: Green for the money, and gold for the honey....

12:53 PM  

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