My son just asked what an erection was after seeing a Cyvita commercial. What do I say to that?? He's six!
Tell him that's it's something that can humiliate you if you combine it with sweatpants in grade school.
You must use the tools of the trade to defend these sudden pop-ups. Books. Hands in the pockets. Undies waistband. These are only SOME of the martial arts to defend against Sudden Boneritis.
Yeah, co-sign. I remeber once in class a girl raised her hand and said she had to leave becuse her "friend" had come to visit her. All I could think was "Gee-whiz, what an awesome friend to get you out of class for the day!" So as you can guess, I decided to tell the teacher the next day that I was having MY friend, and had to go. And the result was me still feeling it when it rains to this day, from being smacked up the back of my head by my teacher so hard.
I'm officially going to start referring to start referring to this particular male affliction as Uncle Erec. When you hear that joke on 2 and a half man, think of me.
So he hasn't gotten an erection before?! I got them all the time when I was a kid, (without warning, might I add). It was just something my cock did; I didn't think anything weird about it. Li'l Bandit got them all the time when he was getting diaper changes. That's how the penis grows and "stays in shape." If it doesn't get stretched out once in a while, it atrophies.
Tell him the truth, one of the many differences of being a grown up. Like how men can grow a beard and he can't.
He's gotten erections when having his diaper changed, but it's been awhile since we were both there to label it as an erection. The question just caught me by surprise. I gave him a simple answer, I'll have his dad give him the detailed explanation.
Kneel down on one knee, place a hand on his shoulder, look him in the eye and tell him the truth. "Son, it's the cause of men's greatest triumphs and saddest tragedies." I'd throw this in as well. The sooner he learns the tools of the trade, the better
I am making a wine sauce for calzones, spaghetti, and lasagna. I also made Irish hand pies today (finally made pie dough successfully too). Tomorrow I'm making chicken curry, chicken tetrazzini, tuna casserole, baked penne with chicken, and on and on. El husband's gonna eat like a king while I'm away. I like to cook, but I think this week might actually burn me out on that front.
I am pretty sure sarcasm was a factor in post 1. His family is the Jacksons, Lohans and Toytoys all rolled into an Oreo box and shook like an art farm to make them fight.
My son asked my husband what a catheter was after seeing a commercial. My husband explained how if a guy can't go to the bathroom, they can stick a tube up their penis to help empty their bladder. My son's response? "Unh, sounds like that puberty video they made us watch." Accompanied by a shudder. Which then made us wonder exactly what was in the video they showed because apparently it traumatized him. It was a cartoon! Our friend's son thought he was going to start wetting the bed after watching it. I don't think it got the proper message across.