Daughter No. 1 has come home from school slightly traumatized after their first Sex-Ed lesson today.
In fairness it’s weird enough having your teacher talk about pubic hair and breasts, as if it was a normal everyday conversation, without that teacher being your Mum’s bezzy pal who has been round your house loads and seen you in your PJs and stuff.
Also, in fairness, she should be grateful her mum isn’t working in that class on Thursday afternoons for the next few weeks when they go into more detail than hairy bits and wee-wee holes*
I think she finds me embarrassing enough without me busting out the laminated vulva from the stock cupboard! Although it could even be worse than that. Wonder if Gene Genie & her new T.A. can get busy with the pink tissue paper before next week & rustle up a pair of these:-
photo from google images
* We don’t use the term wee wee hole (or in fact, floo, foof, pee-pee, tail, John Thomas or fadge!)