Certain things a mom just has to do for her son.
Yes, the talk about penises and privacy (heck, just privacy as a concept) yes, the chew with your mouth closed - take your boots off - close the door stuff.
But the real challenge?
Installing a well-rounded love of the cheese. For every serious thing I teach him, I try to show him something corny and fun. Something I like.
He likes the Beatles, and Puff the Magic Dragon. He also likes (and sings along loudly to) Vertical Horizon, and Angels and Airwaves. (Ping! Point to me.)
I think I may be discovering a U2 fascination, but what five year old doesn't like to screech 'In The Name of Love' as they swing in the playground?
He also sat through three hours of National Geographic 'All About Rocks' or some such thing the other night - so now?
He's watching Godzilla Meets Mechagodzilla II. And laughing. Like me.
'Scuse me, I have to go make popcorn.