There's nothing quite like a child's point of view to throw a boomerang at reality, and there's nothing quite like explaining sex to them that gets the boomerang to bounce around a bit:

[My] well-meaning mom also showed me Nova's Miracle of Life in response to the typical kid inquiry, "Where do babies come from?" Bless my mother: I was only five, but wanting to give me a mentally healthy outlook on sex from the get-go, we proceeded to have an hourlong conversation after the video screening about grownup relationships, how intercourse is wonderful, beautiful, natural, healthy, et cetera.

But apparently, in her zeal to instill in me a positive notion of sex, we failed to fully discuss the mechanics. At the close of the conversation, Mom asked if I had any questions. I paused, looked up at her with wide eyes, and said, "Does Daddy know about this?"

One of the biggest questions I had was, "do people have to get naked to do this?" When answered affirmative, my six year old reaction was "ug! I don't want to be naked around girls*! No way am I doing that!"

Funny enough, around the age of 13 getting naked with girls started sounding a lot more interesting.

Olivia? Oh Olivia's going into a convent, no need to worry there... :)

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* In 1974, to a six year old at least, "gay" still meant happy. I think two years later the punk-ass preacher kid learned what it also meant and, I'm not making this up, got up in front of class and did his best imitation of what must've been a male street walker during a "guess who I am" game. We thought he looked like a spastic chicken, and told him so.

"No you idiots, I'm gay!"

"So, um, you're a happy chicken?"

"No! Sha! You all are so stupid!" (there is nothing, nothing more arrogant than the child of a powerful preacher) "I'm gay. It means I like guys."

We all stared, dumbfounded. "And...?"

None of us knew what he was talking about, and the teachers were too mortified to explain it clearly. When we finally got a clear answer out of the little snot, the general reaction of my group was "well, if it'll keep girls like Agnes from beating on us, maybe we'll be gay when we grow up!"