I stopped by to pick up the kids and the babysitter asked to speak with me in private. She pulled me aside and said she had something "really serious" to discuss with me. Ok. She started, "BJ, Your oldest son asked me a question today and I PROMISED him that you would talk to him about it. He asked me about the birdz and the beez." I told her ok, I'll talk to him about it tomorrow because tonight I was going to do my taxes. She grabbed my arm firmly. "BJ, I PROMISED him you would talk to him TONIGHT. Please do it." I continued to protest as I justified my stance with "This is a job for the father not the mother!" She said, "BJ, he specifically told me he wanted YOU to tell him." Ok boy this one was throwing me for a loop. I don't know of another time in which I wanted to do my taxes more than any other time. In fact if you ask anyone to discuss sex with their eleven year old son, they probably would rather do their taxes too!