Boys Night Out - Round 2

My second go round with 5th grade Boys Night Out.  That's right.  Time for "The Video".  The outdated, School House Rock type educational video which documents "the change".
     I did for Coco, what I did for Caz.  I made a whole father/son evening out of it.  We went out to dinner.  The boy tried his first Steak Bomb, with a side of boneless buffalo wings.  A "side" that comes with 10 pieces, so that it's pretty much a whole meal.  But, it was his night.  And he ate a good deal of it.  After dinner on the drive to the PAC, he read "Where Do I Come From."  It's an old 70's book that my parents got for me when the time came.  It's still relevant.  It's accurate but cartoon enough to not freak a kid out.  Coco seemed a lot more traumatized after it than Caz did.  Coco sort of stared out the window with eyes the size of dinner plates.  I asked him it that was how he thought babies were made and he said, "no."  It was a pretty emphatic "no."
     The routine at school was the same.  Gym time lasted a bit longer that it should have.  Basketballs were flying everywhere.  Dad got bonked routinely.   The boys entered lottery tickets.  Then off to the PAC.  We each took a quiz on the other.  Favorite TV Show.  Favorite Book.  First job.  Favorite dinner.  That kids of stuff. Then the video came.  It was different from Caz's.  It had the iPod silhouette guy break dancing.  It was an illustration of Rhythm.  Which the body changes in rhythm.  Get it?  I would say this time around, more Dad were snickering and giggling than the kids.  [Enter your deity here] help us. The kids got note cards to ask questions before running off to snack time.  Back for Q&A.  I give the principal credit.  He handles the questions excellently.  I don't get the whole Price is Right gift lottery give away though at the end.  It seems really odd.
     Coco and I stopped for ice cream after.  We talked.  I asked him if he had any question.  His only one was about the "nocturnal emissions".  I still am in awe over that terminology.  I told him I would rather ask me, Mom, his uncles, or aunt and get the truth, rather than someone else.  We talked about how kids made up stuff when they didn't know the answer, and this was hard for some to admit they don't know.  I told him I would always tell him the truth.  What like most about the evening was the emphasis on everyone changing at different times and that it was not OK to tease someone about it.  It was said much more eloquently but the point got across.
     Another successful milestone.  Good luck my brother.  You're turn will come, faster than you think.