Anything I want?
So, it’s inevitable. At some point your beautiful little boys will be interested in T & A.
In a household where TV, YouTube, and video games are highly monitored, and access to information is on a need-to-know basis, all you need is a trip to Buenos Aires to defenestrate all your well-established home regulations.
(Ok – I am showing off my newly acquired Latin – defenestrate – an honest to goodness real English word that means – to throw out the window. But I digress…)
Any stroll down this busy city of 12 million people will invariably give us plenty of topics to talk about. We like to think of them as “teachable moments”, a phrase of late much in vogue thanks to the media’s characterization of President Obama’s Special Olympics sound bite. Thank Goodness it was not Bush or it would have been another “impechable moment”! (Again, I digress..)
Argentina’s very popular Calle Florida, a walkable open air mall with a variety of shops, artisans and musicians, also features plenty of Vegas-styled hookers handing out printed cards with boobs and phone numbers.
As we are accustomed to answering our kids’ questions honestly, we had the whole prostitution talk and how it’s illegal in many countries, albeit also known as the oldest profession.
So Thomas spots a huge poster of a scantily clad beauty holding a key and asks, “Mom, is this a prostitution house?” No, it’s a locksmith. Prostitution houses are illegal here and in the States, except for Vegas.
“Can we have her make us some keys?” No, she’s not actually in there. “The girl in the undies is just so people notice that there’s a locksmith here,” I clarify. Explaining the whole “sex sells” concept to a curious 11-year old is easy when his eyes pop out whenever there’s pretty women around.
“So, what will the girls do in those Vegas houses?”
Anything you want.
“Anything?”
Yes.
“Well, if I go there then I’ll ask her to start making dinner.”
Later on, we went to a food court and the topic came up again. “I’ve had dreams about women,” stated Thomas. “Really?” says Dad. “Do tell!”
“Well, there was a girl cleaning my house and I told her: ‘Now do the oven,’ and I showed her the oven. ‘Then do the floors’, and I showed her the floors. And she just looked at me funny and said, ‘I want to do you’. Then I kind of freaked and I woke up.”
Lunch, $22. Souvenirs, $8. Having your child calmly recite his first erotic dream… Speechless.