In Order To Not "Gay Up The Boy"

Ok, for those of you who do not have boy children, as it turns out, and this was a shock to me, even little boys get ... uh ... erections. (Great, now my G rated blog is NC 17).

Yesterday, bath time:

"Why does my penis do that mommy?"
Sigh, "It fills up with blood, every boy's does it, it's just what it does."
"Canon's?"
"Yep, sometimes."
"Daddy's"
"Yep."
"Yours?"
"I'm a girl, I don't have a penis. So, nope, never."
"What if there were only boys in the world?"
"That would be weird and there wouldn't be any babies, cuz you need mommies to make babies."
"What if the long haired boys were the girls and the short haired boys were regular boys?"
No comment, as the 2 year old tried, unsuccessfully, to drown himself (*cough, sputter, smile, try to go under water again*).

Now, I am of the belief that homosexuality is partly genetic, partly environmental influence, and acted on by choice - how's that? And it is not my greatest fear that my kid is gay, but it might be my husband's - might. He thinks I do too many art projects, too much acting out stories, dressing up, not enough athletic, competitive stuff. I tell my husband it's HIS job to do the athletic stuff, but ... let's just say he's not much of a jock. His voice/piano teacher mom's influence seemed to outweigh his dad's jock, hyper-sports fan nature. Then there's his passion for musical theater ...

Anyway, I adore arts and crafts, and so do all the kids I know. So, to alleviate husband dear's concerns, I've been trying to do manlier art projects: airplane building, space or star wars themed paintings, and such. Today was the manliest of all. We sculpted ugly creatures and plan to embalm them in resin.



My craft Magazine is having a Home Decor Accent Contest ... I think I'll enter, just for fun. Bet they get a lot of clocks and flowers, but not so many embalmed alien fetuses - a great home office accent, if I do say so myself!