Sex class like a bad dream
I received a letter from the head at my son’s school saying the boys would be having lessons about relationships and their body.
Imagining his class bursting into fits of giggles, I gave Zac, 11, some warning and told him it was important stuff to learn about.
He returned from school and told me he’d learned about semen and how babies are made and declared “at some point I’m going to get weird dreams. I can’t remember what the teacher called them...”
At that moment, I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears so shouted aloud: ”Too much information, Zac.”
I knew one day I’d have to have these awkward chats but they have come around too soon. I’m not ready to go through puberty again.