Grant: "Can I have a thigh?"
Me: "No, I'M going to eat it."
Grant: "But you already ate one thigh! Why do you get two thighs?"
Me: "Because I need it."
Grant: "So do I!"
Me: "Do you shed copious amounts of blood every month? Does your uterine lining slough off once a month? Because if not, then you don't need it as much as I do."
Grant: "Do you think that's a good subject for the dinner table?"
Me: "Menstruation trumps Growing Boy."
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Here's how the chicken dinner conversation goes with our 7th grader:
Me: Would you pass me a breast?
Owen (blushing): Mom! Don't say that.
Love it!
My 14 year old nephew would say, "mom, don't be inappropriate!" It really is one of his favorite phrases.
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