The Birds and the Bees. Minus the Birds.

The Birds and the Bees. Minus the Birds.

Recent circumstances are forcing me to consider explaining some of life’s most difficult truths to my young son.

He is still a few months away from his second birthday, but some conversations just can’t wait. The world just moves too darn fast to take any chances.

It’s time I talk to him about “the birds and the bees.”

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The Inappropriate Collection: Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #5

The Inappropriate Collection: Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #5

I live in Brooklyn, but that hasn’t always been the case. Before I landed in Park Slope (WHAT!), I lived in Boston for almost 15 years, and I was born in Connecticut.

What I mean to say is: I’m a Red Sox fan. Always have been, always will be. And that means that my son is also a Red Sox fan. That’s just the way it is. And as much as it pains me, there are some things he needs to know.

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The Inappropriate Collection: Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #4

The Inappropriate Collection: Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #4

There are a lot of things I’m afraid of my child eventually becoming: addicted to drugs, interested in speed-stacking, a Brony (just kidding, Bronies. Relax.)

Obviously, there will be times in his life when the things he likes don’t mesh with the things I like, and times in his life where he gets heavily into some things that he’ll later regret. Which is fine; happens to all of us. I remember when you were really into Kula Shaker.

But there’s some stuff out there that I just can’t abide…

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