Questions.

I was a super shy kid my Mom said I hid under the couch and didn't talk to ANYONE the 1st 11 years of my life.  My Dad said he thought I hated him as I never talked to him.  I'm still super shy but I really try hard to approach people and talk to them. As this has been something that has plagued me all my life,  I  prayed that my kids wouldn't be as shy as me.  And I now realized I should of  tweaked my prayers.  I should of prayed for my kids to have a filter.  Because my kids are not shy at all.    My kids questions are not limited to me.  And when they were younger I would just fear going out in public as I never knew what my day would bring with their very inquisitive minds. They have  asked a sweet colored lady if she was made of Chocolate,  to a guy who was smoking why he wanted to kill himself slowly. Or telling the public something very personal about me.  Like I'm broken. http://www.suzettejen.blogspot.com/2008/01/broken.html It's always a delight when I leave a store beat red and have to explain that I didn't teach my kids that I promise.

  My kids are are always full of questions.  And now they are getting to be more grown up questions. In my house growing up we didn't talk about things. Like grown up things. And I know I would of NEVER asked questions. So I always try to be open and honest and not shy away from the answers but sometimes it's just to much for me.   I wont go into detail on many, but I'll just say it's a delight being the only girl in the house.  Sometimes when they come to me I'll say" go ask Dad "and Ryan comes in all mad at me saying "why would you have the kids ask me that?"  Like I told the kids to ask it in the 1st place.  But half the time he's not home so I get to answer the very detailed questions.   And most of the time they walk away looking at me like I'm the insane one.

  Tonight we were settling down and watching America's funniest home videos. One of the situations was a baby getting circumcised in a ceremony at a church.  And just as they were about to do the procedure a little kid screams. " No don't do it."  So naturally in my world that spiked up a conversation with my kids. They had no clue what  they were doing to the baby. I had Ryan tell them what it was and they seemed fine with it.  But as the night went on somehow I got the blame and  all 3 of my boys went to bed super mad at me for allowing that to happened to them.

  It is moments like this that I wonder who is up there laughing at me.   And realize how much I need a girls night out!!!