It was time.
It was the last day of the school Easter holidays and I was driving with Mini-Me and her friend, M, in the back of the car. They’d been swimming and, out of nowhere, M decided to explain to me something her mother told her the previous week. I struggled to stifle my laughter; her matter -of- fact attitude was endearing, and her apparent view that I needed a refresher course on the topic amused me. I caught sight of Mini-Me’s face in the rear view mirror and her already normally large eyes were like craters swallowing up the rest of her face. She desperately tried to avoid my gaze, but didn’t manage to, so I shot her an “it’s OK, sweetie” look and mouthed “I’ll explain later” .
It was time to tell Mini-Me about the birds and the bees; the nitty gritty; making babies; the facts of life..the euphemisms are endless. There’s no hiding it under fluffy vagueness – I had to talk about sex.
