Henry (10) had his first "health" class in school last week.
He came home chock full of information about adolescence.
"Mom," he asked me, slurping up his ramen noodles with a fork, "when did you start adolescence?"
"Excuse me?" I stalled, just exactly what was he looking for?
"What about Dad, when did he start adolescence."
Now there is a question I never thought to ask Bob before he died.
Henry went on to explain that when he was in adolescence he might be happy one minute and angry the next, his friends would be more important to him than his family (what!?!?), his motivation could be lacking, and he might have trouble focusing.
Hmmmmmmm........I think I am in adolescence NOW........
"When I learned about this stuff in school my teacher called it puberty, only he pronounced it pooooberty," I told him, still stalling a little, not sure why.
I have no idea what made me tell a 10 year old boy a story involving poo since five minutes later I saw him dancing in the dining room building a house of cards singing "pooooberty.....pooooooooberty".
Today the boys and Mike were leaving to go camping. I told my boys to be helpful.
"Mike has three healthy young men with him and he better not do all the work himself. Be focused," I encouraged pumping my arms in the air.
"OK, Mom," Henry said, eyes trained on his house of cards, "unless I enter pooooberty, and then I might not be very motivated or focused."
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