I apologize for leaving you on the edge of your seat, waiting to find out just what was in that Pigeon Tale O’ Love from which my daughter gleaned some supplemental knowledge of the birds and the bees.
Well, the birds, anyway.
I’ve left you hanging longer than I meant to, and she’s had two library days since then. Sadly, the book was checked out the first week – and is still checked out.
By a 6th grader, for two weeks.
Not that we mind here, since a kid in 6th grade is bound to need that sort of knowledge at least four or five decades years before my Girl will. I hope 6th Grader* takes his/her time and learns all the basics now, so he/she doesn’t end up having to take the after-school Lamaze class in junior year and possibly have to marry the daughter of a vice presidential candidate. Because that would be a bummer.
So we wait. Of course, by now it’s just me, waiting. The rest of you don’t even have to pretend you’re interested. Unless, of course, you’re really unclear about what “crashing into each other” means. You should probably stick around.