“Mom,” my 10-year-old son said to me the other day, “When are you going to tell me about the birds and the Bee Gees?”
After I was done laughing, I felt a twinge of guilt about the fact that my son, who is decidedly a “tween” and moving ever-closer to puberty, is so in the dark about the birds and the bees that he confused the facts of life with a feathered-hair disco trio.
When it comes to sex education, most parents I know fall into one of four basic camps:

This is when you thank your lucky stars that you have boys. And a husband. “Oh honey, I think it’s time you and your son had a little talk.” Unless you actually want to tell him about the Bee Gees, which may actually be even more disturbing…
And what exactly is the Snow White joke?