You are a trickster, nihil. You purposely paint yourself with a slightly Satanic glow; but when you get the reaction you have solicited, you reach for the dimmer switch!
Okay, I'm willing to believe you guys dissected animals you found on the farm, and that it was fine and wholesome and the other parents felt that, too. I can certainly imagine settings and approaches that would reassure me that this wasn't a sicko deal but a legitimate scientific exploration of life. I would help if the father involved was an anatomist or zoologist or surgeon.
But still, the world is a peculiar place rife with creeps, and if I learned that without a by-your-leave some kid's daddy had been cutting up animals with my son, it would occur to me that this activity might conceivably be just too close to the edge of other, unwholesome, activities. Children have not been unknown to catch small animals and torment them. (My son had a bee-bee gun, and it was not even necessary to tell him not to aim at a bird or a squirrel; he was indignant that we trapped mice, and wouldn't for anything step on a spider, so my concern is generic, not personal.) The simple statement that you "dissected mammals" was, on its face, a little disturbing.
Our son's sexual education was liberal. Some of what you did, we did. But the degree of detail you describe your going into with your boys is still disturbing to me. I now assume the fellatio story was embroidery designed to create the literary Satanic glow, and I'm glad to hear it. You have told other, distinctly unwholesome stories here that I'm sure never happened, and I wish you wouldn't do it, nihil. The thing is, it wastes your talent and brilliance. You create your own desert air! |
