Okay, so my 11 year old, Ian called me at work when he got home from school.

“Mom, I gotta tell you what happened in class today.”

I groan inwardly. Usually, this is not a good thing. “Okay. But are you telling me this over the phone because it makes it more difficult for me to strangle you? Difficult, but NOT impossible, mind you.”

“No ma’am. It’s funny. So, we were talking about plants in science and how some plants are male but change to female plants as they grow–“

“Mmmmhmmmm.” Suddenly, I begin to sweat. Changing from male to female involves genatalia in the mind of a prepubescent boy…

He continues. “So I said, That sure does make it hard for them to make love then, doesn’t it?”

Now, I’m fighting off laughter here, trying to maintain my “stern mother voice”.

“Ian! You don’t say that in class!”

“Why not? It was funny.”

“Do you even know what “making love” is?” (he knows about sex, but I can’t imagine he knows it’s called making love. But then, what do I know?)

“I know it got a laugh and that’s all I need to know.”

Jesus. Mary. And Joseph.
Boy am I in trouble…