… which stands for, “Please, God, help us both survive 13….”
My post today over at Off Our Chests is one that contains frank discussion of body parts and some strong language. Please skip it if that’s going to be disturbing for you, or if you’re my father (ahem).
Sometimes I embarrass my kid by accident, and then I don’t blog about it, because I figure that’s just adding insult to injury. And then sometimes later on she turns to me out of the blue and says, “Hey, did you ever blog about that thing? Because it was kind of funny.” And then I can write about it, some, but I still have to be sure to honor those lines around her experience; share my story without encroaching on hers, even though she’s part of mine. It gets more complicated every day. But then, doesn’t everything?
I hope you’ll come read about our vagina adventure (oh the spam I’m going to attract with that phase!), which is actually a lot more about what I hope my daughter thinks than it is about anatomy.