The Facts of Life — part II

When my daughter was about five, she asked me how babies were made.

So i told her.

When I’d finished, she stared at me for a long while, before bursting into giggles and accusing me of lying. “Tu mens, maman!”

I said: “you wait and see.”

When she was 12, she used to run out of the room retching when she saw actors kissing on TV.

I told her she wouldn’t always feel like this, but she didn’t believe me then either.

She’s now a sex therapist.

I don’t know if this proves or disproves anything.