What’s a Men’s Club?

/ hsoi

Driving through town, Daughter in the front passenger seat. She’s looking at whatever’s on the side of the road as we drive. We pass a building….

Daughter: “Men’s Club?”

Me: (thinking to myself… aw crap, how am I going to explain strip joints….)

Daughter: “What do they do there? Shave?”

I laughed. I diverted her attention to something else. No, I’m not quite ready to explain that to her. 🙂

9 thoughts on “What’s a Men’s Club?”

  1. Would that all young ladies such as she were as innocent. The world would be a better place. Heck. I’d still like to be as innocent as that sometimes – being an adult has a price sometimes.

    • One of these days she’ll find out what they are. It’s always a precarious balance between letting your kids grow up and giving them the skills they need to survive and cope, vs. letting them be blissfully ignorant kids for as long as possible.

  2. I thought it was “gentlemen”, er maybe things are diff down south. Could be a bath house but that would come with its own fun conversation.

    • They will call them that in radio adverts and such. But on the side of the building (in fact, we passed 2 different ones on the same errand run) and they both had “Men’s Club” on the side of the building.

  3. That’s funny! I’m not ready to explain many things but she is 2 so I have a little time I guess.

  4. I remember a story told by I think James Dobson about one of his small kids asking what an adult movie was because they saw something on the side of the road. He said something like it was a dirty movie where men and women did dirty things. The kid got quite for a long time. Later he heard them saying, “Dirty movies are where grownups spit on each other.” Cuz that was the dirtiest thing they could think of.

    I remember when my wife got to tell our boys where babies came from. They came to her one day and asked how babies were made. She said a mommy and daddy come together in love and make a baby. (The highest level answer). “But how do they do that?” So she gives them a little lower level answer.

    They keep pushing, she’s thinking “Ask your father.” But luckily I’m not around.

    Finally she explains the act. They give her a slightly disgusted look and then say, “No, no, we want to know how the DNA gets together and how genes are passed on.”

    Yes my kids were geeks at an early age.

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