The other day, I took the kids to the library. Eager to find a book on how to make window treatments on the cheap, I had the kids huddle up and explained that I'd be in the adult books section for a little while.
The kid section is way on the other side of a huge wall of books, so I figured it'd be best to review our stranger-danger rules.
"Are you guys allowed to go outside without me?" I asked.
"No," they responded dutifully.
"Are you allowed to go into the bathroom without telling me first?"
"No," they chirped in unison.
"What happens if someone tries to take you out of the library?"
Seeing as I'd never asked this before, they looked at each other, searching for an answer. I could see the light bulb illuminate over The Deuce's head.
"Kick 'em in the nuts!" she cheerfully exclaimed.
I was floored. I didn't know my nine year old knew salted versus dry roasted, let alone this variety. But I quickly recovered.
"Yes, honey," I whispered, ignoring dirty looks from a nearby librarian. "Kick em hard."
It may not be like the stranger-danger pep talks my mom gave me, but I hope it'll be just as effective.
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I must have had a very sheltered childhood. At her age, I didn't know the groin area was so sensitive. Or maybe I didn't watch enough America's Funniest Home Videos to see all those hit in the crotch videos. ;)
Huh? You have a brother, right? :)
Growing up with brothers, constantly trying to avoid noogies and headlocks, I learned very early about that sensitive area. Though I never executed a well-placed knee to it, I felt somewhat empowered knowing I could.
But, I don't believe I heard them called nuts until middle school.
Kids these days...geesh.
Too funny!!!! I love your kids!
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