According to Cory/Adam, the speaker that normally addresses sex education at the 4h camp he was at this past week was not available. The replacement seemed (from Cory's interpretation) to advocate voracious sex having and noted that engaging in the activity for twenty minutes, three times a week would be the equivalent of running 7,000 miles per year. Now, understand, we are realists, not prudes, but I did have to reiterate our parental position (try not to before you are married) and the backup position (if you are gonna, then be respectful of yourself and your partner, and be safe). Lordy, help me.
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Given the speech that he is now on the brink of manhood and this being his senior year, that all that will come with extra freedoms AND responsibilities, I gave Cory the chore of deciding what activities he had heretofore been denied that he would like to have considered for the coming year. This is his list:
1. Hang out with my friends who can drive.... (since he will be eligible for his license at the beginning of the school year, we compromised that he will drive his car and be the responsible driver)
2. That he be allowed to stay up past 9pm.... (hmm, perhaps I should have revised that a little earlier, he is almost 17).
3. That I not force him to cut his hair. (I will have to think about that, he is kind of lacking in the hair washing arena... but maybe I can be persuaded.)
Since none of these requests involved anything illegal, I should take this opportunity to feel fortunate. OK, enough of that.
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Conversation in the bunkhouse around time for lights out, as relayed by Cory:
"What if a field of marijuana caught fire and the smoke rolled into the forests where the deer live and they got high from the smoke and then a hunter shot them and ate the meat? What would it tasted like?"
