I remember very clearly when I had to have “The Talk” with my son. Only it was not the one about the Birds and the Bees. It was the one about the ineluctable fact that, one way or the other, he and others of his generation will be paying for my retirement and health care, and the retirement and health care of his mother, his aunts and uncles, and all the other boomers. I had to give him the sad news that there was no “Lock Box,” and if there was one, it was empty. He was not happy.
Yeah, I had that talk with my daughters. They did not get it until they had jobs. One was a cashier in a meat store. She learned we bought stew meat for dinners. Others bout steaks and filet with EBT cards.
My second daughter worked as a contracted “face painter” at a local six flags. She had to deal with spoiled kids and argumentative parents who wanted everything for nothing.
The sex talk was easy. The real life talks can really be depressing.