Saturday, May 16, 2009

What The...Friday (on Saturday)

Adorable Hubby and I have been attending a family relations class at church each Sunday. The class is small consisting of three couples, who have 5 or more children ranging from 4 to 21 years, two couples with 1 or 2 very young children, one young couple with no children and one older couple with several grown children.

This past week the class was discussing the concept of being an influence on your children. We talked about how many influences children face and how we need to be there with them to share each experience as a formative influence. Then Adorable Hubby talked about the need to, "cut the apron strings" those times when you have to hand them the keys and let them go alone, "That's when you and they find out how much of an influence you really are" he said. The class nodded in agreement, well, the Dad's did.

Then, the older husband, who moved from a life as a rancher two or three years ago to our little Suburban Soccer Mom neighborhaven (insert the slightest sarcastic snort), spoke up. "Well, there's just some things you can't do for your kids, for instance, inseminating a cow." At this point both of his hands came up pantomiming the process, one obviously holding the tail aside while the other moved into the position that strikes cold fear in the hearts of heifers everywhere.

As he finished his comment his hand mimicked the, er, insertion process, " You just have to tell them to stick their hand in there till they feel the right thing, if they don't feel it you tell them, well, go a little futher till you do." At this point I started glancing at the faces of other couples in the room.

What the...

Yep, there's sum things ya jist can't do fer yer kids!

I can't wait for class next week, I'm hoping we learn how they collect the seminal fluid from the bulls, that seems more applicable to my life ;0

12 comments:

mandi said...

You're just trying to get me to come to class, aren't you? That sounds like something I need to be there for.
And now my co-pianist has moved, so now I'm back to junior and senior. I can't even sluff! :(

Tiffany said...

what the....? is exactly right!? What the? I have no other words. Wait. Yes I do. I have a question. WHAT THE HELL did the teacher do after that comment!? And, still wondering what your new job is!!!

Mummy McTavish said...

Moo?

Your "What The...?" just goes from strength to strength doesnt it? can you top this one next week? I am itching for my "what the" giggle already!

Cairo Typ0 said...

Those classes sound fun! Of course, i think you guys now need a field trip so you can all inseminate cows yourselves. :p

Deb said...

How wonderful that he could illustrate a point so vividly. I'm sure I'll never say, "Try to do it by yourself" to my kids again without that image.

Gill said...

wow your church sounds like fun haha!!
So when are you sending your boys to stay on a farm?hehe

Lynn said...

We took a similar class at church years ago and it was really great !

That comment about the cow is just too icky ( even though he was trying to make a point by sharing it ) ! Glad I wasn't there for that and sorry you were LOL

Kristina P. said...

Ummmm, your class is much different than mine! I wish I was in yours!

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

I wish I could have seen everyone's faces. Could you take your camera next week, cause something tells me you will have some more blog fodder...

And, Mummy McT's "Moo?" had me in stitches!!!!

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Hey! You've been tagged! Hope all is well. And, don't let that whole job thing get in the way of the blog...I mean, where are your priorities...

:0)

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Kathy @ Real Mom, Real Life said...

I love your "What the... Fridays!!!

I laughed so hard at this one I nearly peed my pants... now I am going to go use the bathroom -- another thing you can't do for your kids...

BTW, you seriously need to compile all these WTF's into a book. I can't think of anything more fun to read.

Suz said...

Well if your job doesn't work out at the hospital you could go down an help out Roger and Kathy on the farm.

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