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.
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