Inheritance

I'm not talking about the good kind like money, jewels, mansions and yachts.  I'm referring to the genes, both desirable and not so pleasing, that you inherit from your mummy and daddy (or the milkman).  One of the most prevalent in my family is the clumsiness gene.  Both my parents have it (yes, Mom, you too!), my sister has it, I have it and now, I fear, it has been passed on to both my boys.  When we were invited to Celine's house a couple weeks back for a barbecue, we weren't there ten minutes and one of the kids managed to smash a glass all over the floor.  While at their house again for a party this past weekend, I dropped a beer bottle when Celine bumped into me (or I bumped into her) and just after we got that cleaned up Ryan knocked his glass of juice on the floor and we had another mess of glass everywhere.  We have had to buy more glasses and bowls because we have broken so many of them on these marble floors.  Today it happened again, twice.  The kids were using mugs for their water and Nicholas knocked the one Ryan was using on the floor.  There was water all over the place because it was full but luckily it broke into three large pieces and only a few smaller ones.  I picked up the three big pieces and set them on the kitchen counter then cleaned up the rest with paper towel.  Slightly frustrated with the whole day, I went in and grabbed the glass to throw it in a box of garbage but it slipped and I dropped the broken pieces on the floor.  This time it broke into many, many more pieces and I had another clean up job.  I guess I am getting used to it, I pretty much have to.  Judging from Ma and Pa there is no end in sight for this affliction.

Keeping somewhat with the same topic, this afternoon the kids and I watched a new program on Netflix about sea mammals.  It was a very interesting documentary and near the end they were talking about a certain kind of whale, maybe right or sperm, I can't remember.  Anyway, a lady whale was being courted by several no-so-gentlemanly male whales and floated to the surface and rolled over onto her back to avoid their 'advances'.  This didn't stop the very obviously horny males who began trying to mate with her.  Interestingly enough, this particular whale has a penis which is twelve feet long and is very 'mobile'.  Ryan was paying no attention but Nick was intrigued by this penis that to me looked like a cobra that was being hypnotized by a snake charmer.  This is how the conversation progressed:

Nick:  "What is that whale doing with his penis?"

Me:  "He's going to put it inside the girl whale.  That is how a baby whale is made."

Nick:  "Really?"

Me:  "Yes.  That is how all babies are made."

I look at his face and see the wheels turning.

Nick:  "You don't do that!  Do you?!" (I'm using ?! to indicate the wide eyes, raised brows and open mouth)

Me:  "Yes, that is how babies are made."

Nick:  "Daddy doesn't do that!  Does he?!"

Me:  "Ah, yeah.  You will do that too someday if you want to have kids."

Nick:  "All parents do that?"

Me:  "Yes, that is how they get the babies."

Nick to Ryan:  "Can I have Monster Truck McQueen now?"

So, that was our sex talk for this week.  Luckily he didn't ask why several males waited in line to mate with this one female (or if I did that) but we did watch the show again and I think he was quite amazed by the twelve feet thing (to be honest, so was I!).  It was a very educational show, I would recommend it to everyone if I could remember the name of it.

Aside from a lot of laundry and cleaning, today was pretty uneventful.  It's still pretty hot although the air was better so we had the windows open with a breeze blowing through.  Tomorrow is language lesson day and I still haven't had time to study.  Good thing there aren't any tests!