First off, anyone know why they call it that? The whole sex thing, I mean – who decided to use that nickname? It’s just a bit weird.
Last summer, Kevin had the talk with Noah. He had just turned 10 and was starting to ask questions; it was time. Kevin took him camping, just the two of them, and read this book aloud to him. When they returned from their camping trip, Noah informed me that he had made an important decision: he was never getting married.
A while ago, Noah told my dad about his decision. Dad said, “That’s what I said when I was your age.” Noah asked him what happened, since obviously Papa is married. Dad said, “Well, I saw your Grandma, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off of her.”
Fast-forward to this week. The three boys are going to Vacation Bible School at a church that we don’t attend, but that puts on a wonderful VBS and invites all the children in town. Each year, the kids go and have a great time. Noah has always had a bit of a crush on a certain girl that he only sees during VBS week.
Today, on the way home from VBS, Noah said, “Mom, I’m trying really hard not to look at (insert girl’s name) anymore.” When I asked why, he said, “Because I don’t want to make the same mistake Papa did!”