My last entry reminded me of one of the funniest stories I have heard, and I hope that I can do my friend Kelly’s experience the justice it so deserves in re-telling it.
Kelly and her pre-teen daughter were alone in the car together, when, out of nowhere, her daughter asked- “What’s sex”?
Kelly describes how she practically drove off the side of the road and basically whipped out flipcharts and graphs, having expected “The Talk” -and being the prepared mom of three daughters that she is.
As Kelly went on describing (in great detail), the ins and outs of the “Birds and the Bees”, she got an occasional “That’s gross” from her daughter in the backseat, whose look of horror could’ve only matched the feeling that Kelly must have been experiencing in describing all of the details.
After a bit of silence, her daughter held up the athletic participation form that she had been filling out in the backseat and pointed to the line which read:
Sex: M or F
“I just wanted to know if I put ‘M’ or ‘F’ on this line here”.