Mealtime Madness

As a few of us were sitting down to eat breakfast, I was correcting Little E on some of his piano notes he was practicing.

Me: "It's G and F together!"

Little J (always into imitating): "That's right! Make sure you play G and H!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

Little J: "What, Mom? What's so funny?"

Me: "Well, in the musical alphabet, there is no H, it just goes up to G."

Little J: "There's an H in my world... my alphabet goes all the way to J!"

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Then at dinner, the kids asked Mr. Man about what's happening in the news. Boxing champion, Joe Frazier's death brought on a whole discussion about boxing. From how much Mr. Man paid in high school to watch a game, to Muhammad Ali and the fight of the century, to what boxers (and sumo wrestlers) wear, and all the way to Mike Tyson biting Evander Holyfield's ear. As if this whole conversation wasn't interesting enough... we then had a little sex chat, brought on by me asking Mr. Man if Tyson went to jail for the ear biting. "Nope, it was because he raped someone" Mr. Man replied, without thinking through his answer. So then the question, "what's rape?" Mr. Man did an excellent job of answering what it was. Our two older kids, who have had "the talk" and much more, were satisfied. But little E, was confused: "What's sex?" he wondered. The moaning from the older two was hilarious as they told him to enjoy being seven and not even think about it, and then we explained that it was something very special that we would tell him about when he turns eight. Mr. T then turned to Little J and said, very seriously: "You are SO lucky! You still have four more years before you have to learn about sex!"