Being A Mother

Thanks to all who sent in their amusing, embarrassing stories this past week!

Being a Mother

by Bonnie A. Adkins from Memphis, Tennessee

Being a single mother, I wanted to do everything perfectly when it came to raising my son. One day, he came to me with the age-old question...."Mom, where did I come from?" Since I considered myself a fairly hip, enlightened woman, I immediately stopped what I was doing and sat down with my six-year-old child to begin the oh-so important explanation about the birds and the bees. I navigated, fairly cleverly I thought, through the basics, explaining what I believed a six-year old would understand. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving my face, never once interrupting me and seemingly very interested in what I had to say.

I was feeling quite proud of myself, feeling as though I had met and managed a milestone in the "motherhood" department. My pleasure with my success was short-lived, however, when my son looked directly at me, his head cocked slightly to one side and said, "No, mom not sex. I mean like Lisa came from Pensacola, where did I come from?"

You just never really know what is going on in their little minds, do you?

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by Kmpangel

I work at a company whose logo is the spartan man head...when my daughter was 8 she went to a doctor's appointment and needed a prescription filled. We went to the local CVS drug store and went to the pharmacy counter. They were quite busy. While standing in line my 8 yr old was directly in front of the waist to floor rack of condoms. She saw the trojan brand with the same spartan guy head and yelled, "hey mom don't you need these for work?"

Needless to say I turned a shade of red there is no color name for.