The Sex Talk

Froglet: "So, babies grow up, right?"

La rainette: "Right."

Froglet: "And then, they become mommies, right?"

La rainette: "Right."

Froglet: "I don't get it."

Oh, bugger. Not the Sex Talk. Not now, in the car, while I'm driving. Not that early in the morning. I can't handle it.

La rainette (bracing herself): "OK, froglet, what don't you understand?"

Froglet: "Where did the first mommy come from?"

La rainette: "..."

My froglet came up with the chicken or egg thing, all by herself, and she's five.

Felt incredibly proud there for a minute. Praised her intelligence. She smiled proudly. I Went into long, boring talk about chicken, eggs, life, the universe and everything. Her smile faded and was replaced by a slightly confused frown.

Froglet: "But mooooooom!"

la rainette: "Yes, Froglet?"

Froglet: "How does the baby get into the mommy's belly"

Oh, bugger.

We had the Sex Talk in the car. *sighs*

Laver son linge sale

There is a sock monster in my house.

How do I know that? Well, socks keep disappearing. It's that easy. Basically, laundry folding is a competitive sport in my family. Well, Froglet doesn't compete with us. She likes to take her time. Froglet folds exclusively her own laundry, and even then, pereferably the pinkest, frilliest dresses. And spends 10 minutes smoothing the folds out while humming "one day my prnce will come".

Tadpole is a different matter altogether: a study in creative folding. She grabs individual socks, ties them into complicated knots a seaman would be proud of, then dumps them into whichever drawer is closest. I try to keep up with her, and keep track of the places where I might find socks, and fold faster than she does. But by the time I get to her hiding places, the socks are gone.

I swear the sock monster has a girlfriend.

They eat up all the socks Tadpole stuffs into drawers. Sometimes, a discarded sock shows up again, but by that time, its widowed fellow has already been burried for a while. It's sad, really.

I think they've reproduced.

I buy 6 identical pairs of socks for each kid; they last less than a fortnight. I have just started a new batch of laundry, because I'm out of socks again, and I did all the laundry last Sunday. I don't get it. Is there a whole sock monster family under my roof? How many cubs per litter? No, wait, dont tell me, I don't want to know.

But I think they might have invited Dobby to the Christening *whimpers*