Our Dinner conversations are weird…but it’s great to be able to talk about things in an open way with your children, regardless of the subject. The other night we were talking about genetics. I don’t now how we started it, I probably did because my family had these same conversations when I was a kid and it seemed normal to me, but then my dad butchered lambs on the kitchen floor while mum bagged them and put them in the freezer, so what do I know?
Anyway we were talking about how you get the traits you get, and how you’re half mum and half dad but also quarter all your grandparents, and how both kids, Miss Gremlin and Grand Master D are combinations of both parents, the King and I . How the blood lines become too close and where defects come from. I was trying to explain that you can breed with animals down to the grand generation before you need to cross breed with a new blood line. They weren’t getting it so I changed tact. I said it was like if you two had a kid…I prefaced it of course with, which is illegal because society frowns upon it… but the kids stopped listening cos they were all eww and gross and MUM!
The King was just watching me go…. He loves to watch me dig myself into holes like this. Then after the ‘ick’ died down and I said “Well you wouldn’t, because it’s your sister, but if you were an animal you could… Then as the thought entered my head I said ‘But hey you could totally breed with the Princess because she is only half the same as you cos she has dad and her mum!”…. WELL that was the end of that! They just lost it and everyone laughed so hard that my genetics lesson was over.
My family just doesn’t understand me.
* No siblings had to breed with each other for this post.That would be 1. illegal, 2. weird and 3. icky.. I was just making a point in a way they could understand… I may have failed. They are still laughing at me. but it made sense when my dad explained it. 🙂
* Don’t marry a city boy and raise city kids and expect them to understanding farm stuff.