'you take the good, you take the bad'
as evidenced by this lovely playtime display i woke up to find friday morning, it's apparently time for a more direct form of 'the talk' to take place in my house. while i tend to hint around at it ("oh, when you get married and have a wife who is as kick ass as your mom," blah, blah, blah...), i'm not necessarily prepared for the official 'talking to.'
two reasons for this, really.
one, my parents never gave me 'the talk.' this could be the reason i held onto my virginity with such a fervent grip it's a wonder you're not referring to me today as sister mary grace of the holy order of frigidity (but when i hit 21? like a porn star, baby!).
second, they're boys, and while i'm fond of what a grown boy can do when he's keenly aware of things, i'm not big on the mechanics of a well trained, appropriately talked to penis. i quite suspect i would be reduced to holding my right hand with finger and thumb touching to form a circle and my left index finger poking hastily through it, babbling "now boys, this is not the way you want to approach things."
so i've informed the husband it's time to pay a bit more attention to things, offer up a male perspective. we'll see how it goes.
what do i think i'll contribute to 'the talk,' though? it's pretty obvious, really (and one i probably should brush the husband up on, as well):
"boys, when you see your partner's eyes start to look like those of the bottom dog's, it's a pretty good sign it's time to wrap things up. trust me. mommy knows..."