I went to pick up Kendall from school the day after the letter came home. He attended the 2 hour maturation program and I decided to talk to him a little about the class after I dropped off the other carpool kids. (figuring he would be too embarrassed to talk about it in front of the others)
He opened the car door. He climbed in. Before he even closed the door behind him he held up his finger and exclaimed,
"First of all, THAT. TALK. WAS. DISGUSTING. On SO many levels! And it was even MORE gross because an old lady taught us. Not a guy."
I stifled my laughter. Dropped off the other kids. Asked a few questions and realized we still need to have "the talk".
Off to the library I go.
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