So my kid told a couple of other kids (girls) at school that a “male penis” goes inside a female and releases sperm and the sperm meets the egg and that is mating. I learned of this when the Assistant Principal gave me a call & was audibly awkward about the whole thing. I get that 3rd grade might be a bit too early for some parents to want their kid to know that kind of stuff, but the night is dark and full of terrors.
I’m just glad my kid knows the right terminology and the mechanics of the process & that he’s still innocent on the technique. I gave him the details when he asked. My mom did the same for me when I was nought but a wee bairn.
He knows all of the common curse words. He also knows that I know that he knows them. He also knows that I know that he knows that I know that he knows not to use those words until he’s has a better appreciation for the timing & appropriateness thereof.
He knows that I
fuck up screw up as a dad and a human sometimes. He knows that this happens and it’s okay, and that it’s healthy to admit when we do something wrong & that we have to work together to be better people.
The world is tough to navigate — I don’t want to make it any harder for my kid. I try to give it to him straight.
I’m trying to write more and be more positive. These weekly wrap-ups will probably continue. It’s going to be hard to be “plus-side” this week. It has been a very emotionally trying one.
I took a walk tonight to get a slaw dog at Steve’s Diner and got to see the amazing harvest moon. I have enjoyed living in Old Brooklyn so much more than living in Tremont.
I am part of a team at work that does dragon boating as part of the Cleveland Dragon Boating Association. The festival was today, and we ended up coming home with third place medal — which we earned. It’s nice to be part of a focused team environment that has a clear and easily measured goal. So much of modern work (and this is not a complaint) requires complex teams with differing timelines and goals, that when a project is complete, it might never really feel like it. And it’s even rarer that you have time to celebrate after.
I’ve been having more luck with getting Abraham to do things that he has, in the past, not been inclined to do. I think I’ve either been too simple or too complex in my explanations as to why he should eat broccoli, for example. I find out what he preconceptions are (broccoli is soggy) and then explain that he had obviously had overcooked broccoli, and that is can be very tasty in other ways. Then I explained the nutritional value and how those vitamins & minerals affect his body. Next thing I know, he’s chomping away. This method has also worked a bit with the neatness of his schoolwork.
My friend Amy is a treasure. She’s my longest and steadiest friend here in Cleveland and if we get to choose friends as a second family, she’s my first choice for sister.
I went to Sabor Miami for lunch earlier this week, and was greeted by name, and treated to an amazingly delicious lunch. The whole experience brightened my day.
My car doesn’t smell much like salted caramel/vanilla latte anymore after an accident I had in it a few weeks ago. Either that or I’ve got olfactory fatigue.
of orphan mice
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I keep learning
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