The other night the family was in the car. We had been having a good light hearted conversation, telling jokes and laughing. Jon started to tell a joke. "A fish was jumping out of the water, trying to catch a fly. A cat was on the riverbank watching the fish..." I know that joke and I knew where it was going. I barked at Jon- "That is not the sort of joke you tell your mother and sister!" Needless to say, the jovial mood was gone and we rode the rest of the way home in relative silence.
I remember being that age and quoting a Cheech and Chong bit in a family setting. My dad barked at me too and forbid me to listen to that record ever again. Several years later, I understood what I had done wrong. This morning I talked to Jon about that incident. I explained briefly why saying "wet pussy" around ladies is not acceptable. I also told him it is time for us to talk about The Birds and the Bees and we would have that talk in the next few days. I knew this was coming when he thought it was comical that I called a bag of almonds my nutsack. I think I'm going to get a book from the library to help. This would be easier with pictures and all my pictures have chickens in them.
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