The conversation with my so mature 8-year-old boy went like this:

Jon: Dad, when are you going to tell Hannah about the birds and the bees?

Me: When she’s ready.

Jon: When will that be?

Me: When she’s ready.

Then shortly later, the conversation, now with Jon and Hannah, all of seven, went like this.

Hannah to Jon: I can have a baby. You can’t have a baby, but I can!

Jon to Hannah: Well, if it wasn’t for me, there wouldn’t even be any baby!

Hannah to Jon (slowly and deliberately): Uhhh, Jonnn …. I think I have some other boys in mind.


And I guess Hannah’s ready. Or did I already miss my chance?