Fourth Grade Films

Corbyn brings me a permission slip to sign about some movie they're gonna watch. I scanned over it and before blindly signing it as usual, I realized what film we were about to watch. THE film. Traditionally, in fourth grade classes, girls are segregated from the boys and the girls watch a little film explaining essentially that they're going to get boobs, cramps, and body hair. I asked Corbyn if she knew what the film was about and she of course didn't. At the mere mention of the word 'breasts', she nearly lost conciousness. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to watch it and she was sure. I told her that I would be more than happy to explain anything she had questions about. Failing of course to mention that her 13 year old sister would gladly fill in any gaps. But thankfully Corbyn opted for the film. Sunday after the film showing Corbyn tells me she needs to shave. I told her she couldn't start shaving until she was 11. "But mommy, there's hairs under my arms in my pits". Hmmm. "Well, show me- are you sure?". She showed me. And there were five little scraggly hairs under her arms. Yep. Apparently watching THE film triggered my 9 year old's biological clock. I just wish there was a snooze bar.