Or your sister. :smack:
Read the customer reviews on Amazonfor a good yuk:
Damn. I saw this thread yesaterday. But for some reason when I glanced at the thread titles today my mind read it as:
“I’m 14, ask me about masturbation - I’m so proud!”
I’m not the kind of dad you can talk to about everything. And I’m totally fine with that.
The Littlest Briston made a…errr…“discovery” recently. Yeah, I had to sit a six-year-old girl down and try and find a balance between:
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[li]It’s natural and everyone does it.[/li][li]It’s not something we do in public.[/li][li]GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Kill me. Kill me now.[/li][/ul]
Read this one:
…and you’re aged 37.
…and she tells you you’re doing it wrong.
…and then demonstrates her favorite technique.
And says she’s happy for you to give it a try to make sure you know how to do it on other ladies.
… and then your Dad walks in…
And tells you you’re doing it to your mum wrong.
It could have been worse.
You could have had to explain about sheep.
I want to thank** BigBadWolf** for starting this thread and everyone for the great belly laff I got from reading it. I have a 10 year old son and I am very agreeable to answering his every question - I want to be approachable and honest with him. Good tips and experiences here, everyone.
Reminds me of the old joke from the Jr. High locker room - “Didja know masturbation causes hair to grow on your palms?”, then await the first guy to look at his hand.
Oh, dear. I can’t imagine my husband having that conversation with our little girl. I feel for you.
(Okay, and I laughed a little as I have been there.)
" Um… Mom? Where do you buy that cream? "
Having always enjoyed a very tight father-daughter relationship with The Fem-Bot™, it was sweet but not unnerving when she curled up into my lap as she did every night when young to kiss me goodnight. That particular night, she hugged me and flinched. The inveterate tomboy, she looked at me with serious irritation. I asked what was up and she said, " My booblets are sore ". Apparently when budding there’s some discomfort. I told her to talk to her quite uptight not in touch with her body mother about how long such a thing might last, as I’ve no experience. And I told her I was sorry her body was making her miserable.
Maybe a year later she comes to me and asks how a tampon works. We walked into the bathroom, I turned the water faucet on to a warm thin trickle and told her to give me a tampon. She tore one out and watched. I folded my hand over into a light fist with a small hole through it. Inserted, removed tube, then let water trickle into the tampon. It swelled of course, and I pulled it out. swollen like a flower. Her eyes were glued to the entire process. She said Okay, got it. Thanks. And walked out.
Glad she felt comfortable enough to ask me. On the other hand, I would have thought nothing of it if she’d never asked me about it.
My son? I had a few talks with him early on, and never pressed him to have a lot more. He is more quiet and circumspect, and if he needs info, he will ask. He’s also 22 now, so…
I think he’s about due. Won’t be long now.