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When she was smaller, I used to take the opportunity that she was trapped in the kayak to make her recite her multiplication tables.

Tonight, we had another kind of talk. For today in school, they got the second part of the Talk. Which shouldn’t be called the Talk actually. It should be called the Showing of the Video Followed By An Embarrassed Silence.

I asked Mimi if there were any questions from her or the rest of her class after the Showing of the Video Followed By An Embarrassed Silence.
But there were none.
After watching it, they were actually given the video to take home, and encouraged to watch it again with their parents and discuss it afterwards.

So that’s what we did while paddling. Without watching the video of course, my kayak is not that well equipped. But Mimi gave me a pretty good description of the content.
And we had a nice frank chat, and I explained to her that sex is not half as disgusting or off-putting as suggested by an animated cross-cut diagram of a penis entering a vagina. That it is actually quite a special moment, quite a sensual rather than sexual moment, and that it is not a chore at all, to the contrary, that most people go to great lengths to create the opportunity for that moment, up to and including taking a work colleague on a first date to a jazz concert and drinking overpriced warm prosecco from plastic cups.

Then she told me that all her colleagues were totally grossed out at the thought of their parents having sex. And I told her that it was normal.
And I asked her if she found the thought of Mum and Dad having sex disturbing and she said yes, totally so. And I told her that it was normal. And that Mum too found it totally disturbing, and that it was normal.

What I also told her is that the thought of sexual intercourse would not always accompanied by a feeling of embarrassment or dread. And that it will be nice. Very nice. Nicer than in a cut-out diagram of a penis entering a vagina.

And that she should always feel free to discuss the subject with me, if she had any questions or thoughts or doubts, that I am already used to having the Talk with Luca, and that I have always answered all his questions.

And there were quite a few.

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Some days don’t really exist.

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Some days blend into each other.

Some days are those last few, at the end of days.

 

 

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The plan was to go to jail. With Finn. While Luca was at his Junior Plays rehearsal. And Mimi was performing in the Mill Theater with her musical theater group.
Way too much culture for the Finnzer and I. Prison would be a good escape, we thought.
So off we went to Kilmainham Gaol. Except that there was no way to get in. The place had been taken over by Spanish exchange students who all wanted to see where Patrick Pearse (he who built the railway station) was executed on 3 May 1916. Or get off with each other. More likely the second option, upon reflection.
So Finn and I (mostly I, upon reflection) opted to go to the Irish Museum of Modern Art (IMMA for the acronym lovers) for a gander.
See, no matter how hard you try to escape more refined pursuits, they catch up with you sooner of later.
As luck would have it, there was a pretty decent exhibition in the upper west wing.

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And then I offered to take him to a pub for a glass of Coca-cola and a bag of crisps. He willingly agreed.
Off we went to the Royal Oak, which unfortunately was closed. It would have been nice for him, for his first time in a pub, to go to a place not much bigger than his sitting room. I would have loved to take him there. The place where I used Euros for the first time, on 1 January 2002.

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So we went to the Hole in the Wall pub instead, at it was a short drive to Phoenix park. And he was almost as excited as his sister with is super sweet caffeinated drink and crisps, watching the end of the Newcastle/Arsenal match.

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