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How to Talk to Your Kids About Almost Anything.BY WENDY MOLYNEUX- - - - Raising kids today is more challenging than ever, but communication is key. Some subjects might make you uncomfortable, but addressing them honestly now will really help you out down the road. These sample dialogues are a road map to addressing life's thornier issues. The Facts of Life CHILD: Where do babies come from? MOM: What babies? I don't see any babies around here, do you? CHILD: I mean, when people have babies, where do they come from? MOM: Space. CHILD: Does that mean I'm from space? MOM: Yes. You're from Mars. CHILD: (Crying.) I'm a Martian? MOM: Yes, and if you don't make your bed every day, Mommy and Daddy will send you back to Mars to live with your real parents. CHILD: You're not my real mom? MOM: No. You're a Martian princess that was sent to live with an Earth family for your own protection. Your real mom is 16 feet tall and shoots lasers out of her eyes when she gets mad. Think about that next time I send you to your room. At least I didn't burn all your toys with my laser-eyes. Drugs CHILD: What are drugs, and should I do them? MOM: Do you have any? CHILD: No. MOM: Then let Mommy watch CSI Miami. CHILD: At school they said we should just say no. MOM: Um, do I interrupt you when you're watching Sesame Street? CHILD: I'm 14. I don't watch that anymore. MOM: Wait, which kid are you? CHILD: Tammy. MOM: Tammy what? CHILD: Tammy Molyneux. MOM: Freaky. We have the same last name. CHILD: You're my mom. MOM: (Sigh.) I thought you were from Mars. CHILD: I stopped believing that a long time ago. MOM: Well, you're going to get a big fucking surprise on your 16th birthday when your real mom lands in a spaceship in our backyard and snatches you out of the house with her spiny tentacles. CHILD: I am not from Mars. MOM: Prove it. War CHILD: Is it always wrong to go to war? MOM: Excuse me, but what does the cardboard sign hanging around my neck say? CHILD: It says, "Don't talk to Mom. She has a hangover." MOM: OK then. CHILD: You spelled "hangover" wrong. MOM: You got the gist. Lot of good those spelling skills are going to do you where you're going. They don't even have colleges there. And they don't speak English. CHILD: Where am I going? MOM: Do I have to say it? CHILD: I wish I was never born. MOM: You weren't. You hatched from a big green egg. Religion CHILD: Is there a God? MOM: I think your people worship a glowing orb or something. CHILD: What do you mean, my people? MOM: Martians. CHILD: OK, that's enough. I never believed that crap and I'm never going to. MOM: Hey, OK, don't get mad. CHILD: I am mad. I am not a Martian! I am a human! I hate you! Oh my God! What the fuck was that? Lasers just came out of my eyes. MOM: I told you so. CHILD: Shit. MOM: And when your dad gets home you can tell him who burned his at-home karaoke machine with her laser-eyes. CHILD: Holy crap. MOM: Now can you move from in front of the TV, your royal highness? According to Jim is on. - - - - OTHER McSWEENEY'S FEATURES: - - - - How to Talk to Your Kids About Almost Anything By Wendy MolyneuxGoofus, Gallant, Rashomon By Jim Stallard History's Notable Persons Reconsidered By Tim Carvell Crossing Over By Kevin Guilfoile A Letter From Ezra Pound to Billy Wilder, 1963 By Greg Purcell |
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