Thursday, September 10, 2009

My Jake ...

Scene:  Morning. Mom in the bathroom brushing teeth, Jake on our bed watching TV...

Jake:  Hey, Mom, what's "E.D."?

Mom:  (Spit, rinse)  Excuse me?

Jake:  E.D.  They're talking about E.D.

Mom:  (Now hearing the commercial)  Well, honey, some men have a problem getting an erection.

Jake:  Yeah, so?

Mom:  Well, they make a pill that helps with that.

Jake:  Oh, yuck, gross. Why would they do that?

Mom:  (Hearing the commercial now talking about sexual intercourse and Jake's eyes are glued to the set)  Um, well, sometimes men have a problem in that area and need a little help so they can do things they want to do.

Jake:  (Having already had "the talk" and the realization now dawning on him)  Oh, yuck!  You've gotta be kidding me right now?!

Mom:  Remember, you cannot talk about this at school. What I tell you stays here, right?

Jake:  Right.  I'll probably forget about it by Monday anyway. Gross.

(Mom heading back into the bathroom, quietly cursing their dad for never being present for these types of conversations.)

Jake:  (Whispering to self)  Yuck.  That's just gross.  I can't believe it...seriously?
(seriously) =) 

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