I Wonder, I Wonder

As much as I make fun of my mother's sex talk (or in my case lack there of), I've realized that I may not be much of an improvement to my kids.

When I was younger my mother just left the I Wonder, I Wonder book out for me and told me to let her know if I had any questions. You'd think having older brothers and a sister some information would have trickled down to me, but that wasn't the case either. I don't think I ever actually read the book...just looked at the pictures.

So I don't know that I am very well equipped to talk about it with my kids. They always seem to spring it on me when I least expect it. Like today riding in the car on the way home. My daughter asked me how people get babies anyway. As I paused to collect my thoughts and quickly try to muster a response, my son chimed in, "They pray for them." God bless him.