I’m behind the curve. I might have fallen off of it. A year ago I had innocent little children ignorant of so many things. A few random remarks by my eldest two children have made it clear that they know WAY more than I thought they did about certain subjects– and I’m not talking about mathematics.
We had the big talk about puberty and sex over the summer and they’ve asked a few questions, but there were a host of related topics not covered. I didn’t think I needed to dump it all on them at once.
I made a joke a couple of weeks back, aimed at Soup King, and Mr. Smarty-pants picked up on subtle innuendo that a few months ago would have gone right over his head. Then I noticed Miss Diva picking up on stuff.
No doubt he’s sharing his new found knowledge with Miss Diva. I can’t really be mad about that. I did the same thing. At least he isn’t enlightening Miss Drama. At least, I don’t think he is.
I suddenly have the urge to give Miss Drama a pop quiz.
When he sees that I’m shocked that he knows something, he laughs and says, “Mom, I go to Ridgeway.”
Come to think of it, maybe I should give Mr. Smarty-Pants a pop quiz too. Heck while we’re at it, they can all take a quiz.
How do I know what type of corrupted information has been passed their way without a quiz?
Ugh, so why is it I feel like my knowledge is about to be tested?