Original Post – 11/11/2014
So I am the mother of a preteen. A preteen that seems to be maturing much faster than I remember his cousins and other boys I have watched grow up over the years. A preteen that is not afraid to ask questions that I am not always prepared to answer. I am grateful he asks, however I firmly believe my husband has secretly gotten all of the children to save all of the uncomfortable questions for when he is away…it never fails. Death, yep I fielded that one. Where do babies come from? Yep, got that one too. Why can’t daddy make babies anymore? Got that one while I was trying to take a shower. He won’t admit it, but one day I know I will find the contract he made them sign around here somewhere.
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