When They Ask What Sex Is, I'll Say It's the Number Between Five and Seven

I don't know how things will be when it's time to deliver "The Talk." I expect that I will be handling the discussion at least for Jackson. I'm not especially looking forward to it, but I won't be shying away from it like the dads mentioned in this article that notes how moms are usually the ones talking about birds, bees, and the like.

(I'll even talk The Talk with Sasha, as long as I don't have to have that other Talk, the one that Jackson won't ever need, with her.)

So far I haven't been asked about the subject, though I'm waiting for the day when Jackson listens more carefully to one of his favorite songs, "Troublemaker" by Weezer. There's a particular line during the bridge:

I'm gonna be a star
And people will crane necks
To get a glimpse of me
And see if I am having sex

He hasn't yet asked me what "sex" is, though to be fair I don't think he knows what a "glimpse" is, either. I've considered saying that it's just "boys and girls kissing," which would lead to an incident where Jackson sees two people kissing and yells THEY'RE HAVING SEX!

I'm sure that when it's time to have The Talk with Jackson, it'll be more than one conversation. This bit from the article raised my brow:

When his wife put a bucket of condoms on a table near the door for their teenage sons and their friends to help themselves, [some financial adviser] was initially shocked, but he went along with it, realizing that it's better to be safe than be a grandparent at 46.

I hope Jackson's sex ed involves more than a bucket of rubbers. Condoms for "their teenage sons and their friends"? Were they expecting them to have sex with each other that night? Read more...