A/N: Ok, so I'll be honest here. This one is not-so-loosely-based on a true story, it happened to a girl I work with fairly recently. I did, however, put my own spin on it, and added some stuff to make it... Jammy, I suppose.
Also, I feel I should share my frustration about something - There MAY be a third instalment of chili con fiasco coming up as my brain has been having issues leaving that particular incident alone... Its bugging me because this was definitely supposed to be one shots... that said, this story is called 'Memories', so I suppose you guys might just have to take them as they come...
"Mom, is it true that you have to have sex to have a baby?"
The colour drained from Jules' face as her eyes shot up to meet her daughter's gaze through the rear view mirror.
"Yeah Mom, is it true? Is it true?" Sam teased, smirking from the passenger's seat.
"Uhm…" Jules took a moment to figure out how to deal with her question. "Well, let me ask you this: do you know what the word sex means?"
"Well, no."
"Then yes. Also, I don't think it's a word an eight year old should be using, so, until you know what the word means, I don't think its a word you should say anymore."
"Ok."
Jules breathed a sigh of relief as the little girl put her headphones on and went back to her colouring book, seemingly satisfied with the answer she'd been given.
"Good answer," Sam whispered. "Props on the good parenting," he added, offering his fist for her to bump.
She raised an eyebrow at his outdated gesture, but couldn't leave him hanging.
"Where does she get these things?" Sam asked in horror. The idea of his only daughter knowing these things terrified him.
"School. They sent that letter home, remember? You flipped out, tried to find a reason to arrest her teacher…"
He nodded, then turned to look at their son sleeping in the back seat. "How come he never asked these things?"
Jules just shook her head. "Girls are different. You tell them freaky stuff's going to happen to their bodies and they want answers A.S.A.P."
Sam sighed. "Well, at least you got off easy with that question. Somehow I don't think that answer will fly when he starts asking questions."
Jules snorted. "Whatever Sam, its easier for you guys."
"How's that now?"
"All you have to do is buy him a box of condoms and tell him to take care of himself."
"What's a condom?"
The colour drained from both their faces this time, as they realized their son had woken up and started listening to their conversation.
"Yeah Dad, what's that?" Jules mocked his earlier tone.
He shook his head. Suddenly he wished they had chosen somewhere closer for their annual family camping trips.