So Eldest is revising for his next science test. On reproduction.
The topic started off quite benignly with pollen and wind assisted fertilisation and stamen. There were pretty pictures and bee attracting strategies.
The life cycle of a frog was mentioned at dinner one night.
And then things went quiet. I think they had started on human reproduction. Not something Eldest cares to discuss over meatballs. And who can blame him.
So tonight I was helping him fill in his key word sheet. They have one for each topic and it helps revision. This one didn’t hold any punches.
We meandered through the gamut of sexual organs, menstruation, hormones, birth, placentas and such.
I corrected some misapprehensions. For instance that the cervix is the gap between the vagina and the anus.
That in-vitro fertilisation is ‘how frogs do it’.
That the process of labour is like having leg cramp in a ‘delicate’ area. Well his teacher is male and I guess this is the nearest men can get to understanding it.
That Urethra Franklin was not a soul singer. OK I made that one up. Because I can. Ha ha.
But overall I was quite impressed with his knowledge and lack of tittering. Although it wasn’t completely absent. The tittering that is.
There is a diagram of the female reproductive system hastily drawn by me on the dining table. Without an anus. But with a cervix. To clarify it is on a piece of paper on the dining table in case you were worried.
And my son now understands that his parents had sex at least three times. He is grossed out.
In front of the rest of the family, I hope.