My sheltered children

I often joke that I lived a "sheltered" childhood. But really it's not a joke. Ask me the lyrics to a popular 80's song - I probably don't know them. Ask me about my first rock concert - I saw Steven Curtis Chapman at Starwood when I was in college. See what I mean? But as a mom I'm telling you that's that not such a bad thing.

This week I've learned that my children know less about the world than I gave them credit for.

This morning at breakfast:

Camille - Mommy, do 'bad guys' say ugly words?
Me - Yes, sometimes they do.
Camille - Like REALLY ugly words?
Me - Yes, sometimes they do not use nice words.
Camille - Like really, really, REALLY bad words?
Me - Unfortunately, yes.
Camille - (whispering) you mean, like, butt?


Yesterday with Easton:

He was telling me about the Illinois/Indiana basketball game and how it was a close game and they won in the final seconds.

Easton - And after they won, there was even a little kid who got to come on the court! I think he was someone's son.
Me - Oh, his dad was one of the players or the coaches?
Easton - (looking at me like I'm crazy) No mom. Those players are only in college - they can't have sons.