For those of you either too young to remember or not of Australian shores, the title refers to the catch phrase of a 1980's icon: Kylie Mole. It was then passed onto another Aussie idol: Effie from Acropolis Now. Google if you don't know...
Boy 1 is not happy. He is reaching THAT age where the hormones are taking over and thoughts are confused. His psych recommended we provide him some factual sex education material, before things went right off the rails.
We had (under his guidance) purchased two books for this very purpose: Secret Boys' Business (Fay Angelo, Heather Pritchard and Rose Stewart) and Making Sense of Sex (Sarah Attwood). When presented with both of these a year or so ago, Boy 1 looked at the covers (being a visual boy), blushed and walked away saying: "Oh no, those are too rude for me!"
Now it was time to try again. He read the first, under protest, and then only because I pulled the old Dr U said you have to card. We then asked him if he had any questions? Blushing, determined not to meet our gazes, he looked down at his shoes, and shook his head vigorously to the negative.
Last Thursday came and so did his appointment with his psych.
When asked by Dr U about his thoughts on the book and its contents... Well, I don't think this will last, but I have to admit to chuckling under my breath when I heard him say in consternation:
I'll definitely be storing that phrase in the mind vault for pulling out to use in later years, lol.