When my oldest was still a baby my husband and I began to plan for the inevitable ’sex talk’.  It was a bit early, and Gabe couldn’t even speak let alone understand the technicalities of human conception but we were going to be prepared for when the time did present itself.  It was decided that my husband would deal with our sons and I would handle the girls.  It would be 8 years before we had to put our plan into action.  Gabe asked his dad what the difference between a boy deer and a girl deer was.  With 8 years to prepare Steve was ready.  “Well son, a boy deer has antlers and a girl deer doesn’t!”  It was then decided that I should be the one to handle any sex questions.

“Mommy, are you a virgin?”  my then 6 year old daughter asked a few years later.  Again, I had trained for years for this moment.

“Why, yes dear, I am!”

While my children no longer consult neither my husband or me for sex advice, they like to have their friends ask me the age old question:  Where do babies come from?

“Kissing!  Babies come from kissing!  One minute I’m kissing my husband and the next thing I know I’m having a baby!” 

My oldest son has actually tested and proven this theory twice, and if nothing else my other children pause and think on my words even for just a moment before planting a lip-lock on their current significant other.  And that is all a mother could ask for, that her children stop, if even just for a moment, and consider the consequences. 

Mission accomplished.

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