during the television broadcast of an nfl playoff game, the camera focused in on the cheerleaders…and so, my son and i focused in on the cheerleaders…then, he spoke…
my son: they must be cold.
me: i reckon so.
[in an instant, forty-five years of living as a man in the world flashed through my mind; when he said that, i scanned through all of the thousands of pieces of social data, experience, and history i had seen and heard over the years (everything i knew)…that led to this very moment–where young women were standing there, in front of the world, in a strip of clothing–so much to say and no words, for my six-year-old son–so, deliberately, i tucked this moment away in my mental files and stacks, in the section called, “father/son conversations“–and thought, we will talk about this again, son–oh yes, we will talk about this again!]
Ha! Too funny. I’m thinking you handled it just fine the first time…. for a six year old that is. One thing I’m fairly certain of…. you may be ready …. but if the “next time” is when HE asks …. you could be in store for a very long wait. LOL!!