Human Growth and Development III

The fourth and final day of Human Growth and Development class was Friday afternoon.  When school was over, I received the standard telephone call from Justin, making inquiries about various after school activity options.  We'll pick up the conversation there.

"...yes, but please be sure to leave a note for your mother," I said.

"Oh," he said, with a hint of excitement.  "...and I finally get all those Far Side jokes that you said I would understand when I was older."

"They're funnier now, aren't they?" I laughed.

"Yes!  Remember the one about the motor boating?"

There was a pause.  I looked wildly around to see if anyone else could hear the grinding in my head as I attempted to shift gears and missed the clutch.

"Um, no," I stammered.

"You know," he insisted.

I am certain that I do not.

Is it just me being old-fashioned or are these classes a lot more progressive than when I was a kid?

Justin went on to explain as I sat in stunned silence.  Oh, criminy...an outboard motor!  Okay, I'm back with you now.  One sperm had an outboard motor and he sped ahead of all the rest.  Got it!

Wow!  We just narrowly avoided a whole different kind of talk when I got home.  That's a talk we'll have when I'm older.

- 25 May 2012