It was one of those “I knew that!” parenting moments.
I had hauled my 3-year-old in for a doctor’s visit that was likely to end with some needle unpleasantness, so I’d brought along lots of distractions in my diaper suitcase: books, sippy cup, toys, and what I considered healthy snacks.
We started having The Conversation in third grade.
Not where babies come from.
My son went on a field trip, and two of his friends brought cellphones along for the bus ride — which they used, amid much hysterical laughter, to leave unintelligible messages on our answering machine. Something about Frankenstein.