Well, almost. It would be a true marvel indeed if I were actually rendered incapable of speech, or, as the case may be, type.
People...THIS is why I talk to my kids about sex. I've talked to my boys about that. That it can be a wonderful thing, but also a sad and confusing and embarassing thing.
As a young adult I had encounters that filled me with shame and regret. I coped by resolving firmly to put it behind me and not repeat the mistake.
But LOOK at this child. I mean GEEZ, he's just a baby. How in the WORLD is he supposed to cope with all the emotions that are tied up with sexuality?How in the WORLD is he supposed to cope with the responsibility that has just been placed, clad in pink and smelling sweetly of milk and powder, in his chubby arms? It's unthinkable, really.
And yet, There it is
What in the world will become of them? I shudder to think.