The Hits Keep On Comin'

I had an interesting encounter with Mateos last night. This has been the year of him learning all about curse words, body parts and now -- sigh -- sex. Last night, he asked to have a 'private conversation' with me so he could ask me about a word. Last time we did this, he wanted to know what "shitwich" meant. So, I wasn't really prepared for the following exchange:

Mateos (in a soft voice): Dad, does sex mean when a boy sticks his penis in a girl's vagina.

Dad (reeling but clinging to composure, controlling facial expression): Yes...

Mateos (clearly having thoughts swirling in his head): He *sticks* his penis in her vagina??!?

Dad (catching breath, thinking fast): Mateos, let me be clear. This is something **only** adults do and it is private...

Mateos (interrupting, unable to control self): Why? Why would they do that? Dad, why would an adult _do_ that?!?

Dad (trying to be open and bring conversation to a close): Well, that's how adults make babies but this is an advanced conversation and I think we should talk more tomorrow and

Mateos (pointing vigorously at Dad): **YOU** stuck your penis in mom?!?

Dad (full body waffle and nervously smiling): er, Mateos there are some things that are private and I won't discuss with ...

Mateos (louder): But you did???

Dad (giving in to the inevitable, sighing): Yes, but this is very private. Blah blah blah.... (discussing the gravity of the conversation, the privacy of the conversation, etc.)


I did almost all the rest of the talking and tried to nip everything else in the bud. But later that night, Luciana and I were putting them to bed and he started smiling a little funny and looking at her and Luciana was like, 'What are you smiling about Mateos?' Needless to say she understood what that was all about when I explained our little chat to her later.

Wasn't really prepared for that conversation. Happened about 5 years earlier than I expected to be honest but it was an interesting moment. I doubt he will remember it 5 years from now but I am pretty sure I always will.

Look out, Captain Underpants, you have competition

This weekend was the holiday party for work. So, Mateos & Luca went to Rafael's house for the evening. The three guys decided to get creative and write a comic book. The divison of labor went something like this -- Mateos & Rafa shared 'creative' duties of coming up with the plot line, Rafa wrote the story and Mateos illustrated it and Luca was in charge of getting people to look at it, so I guess we could say he was the marketing & sales arm of the organization. Without further adieu, here is the masterpiece: