Tonight I’m loading all of The Beatles albums onto my computer for my son. My son is a fan of The Beatles. Being 6 years old his favorite song is ‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.’ I couldn’t be more proud. Raising a child is fun, exciting and scary. When he was born I would play Beatles songs for him. The first song he ever “danced” to was ‘Me and My Monkey’ by The Beatles.
Over the last couple of years he has gotten smarter and more inquisitive. He’s asked his mother and I about where babies come from. Not so much how their made but rather how they come out. He says there are two ways to get a baby out. #1 is to cut them out and the mommy needs stitches. I’m not sure how he learned that. He wasn’t sure about the other way. I cringed when he asked me to explain. I wasn’t prepared to have that kind of talk until he was older. I fumbled through a vague explanation.
I remembered my father having “the talk” with me. He waited until I was seventeen. I assured him he was a little late in filling me in on how that all worked. Luckily my son just wanted to know how to get the baby out, not how to get it in. He had already explained to me that if a mommy wants a baby she just eats a lot so her tummy gets big. I agreed.
As my son gets older I will have to decide when to have “the talk” with him. Until then, I can be a proud father passing down the knowledge of great music like The Beatles. It's still, "Me and My Monkey" and Lucy is still just a girl dancing in the sky with diamonds.
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