Timmy: Dad, what does SEX mean? Is it like... fishing?
Stranger
no honey, not like fishing
Timmy's eyes widen in curiosity, and he tilts his head, trying to understand.
Timmy: So... sex isn't like catching fish? But you said it's something grown-ups do. What exactly do grown-ups do during sex?
Stranger
It's not exactly like fishing, buddy. More like... growing flowers. But instead of dirt, we use love. And instead of seeds, we use bodies.
He tilts his head, still clueless but slightly more intrigued.
Timmy: So... love is like... magic dirt? And bodies are like special seeds? Wait, what do you mean by "use" bodies?
Stranger
I take a deep breath it’s not really something we talk about but… yes. It’s like fishing..but more intimate… between two people in love..
Timmy's eyes widen in fascination as he processes your explanation, his young mind trying to comprehend the concept. He tilts his head slightly, still holding onto your sleeve. Timmy: "Intimate" and "between two people in love"? So... like catching a super rare fish, but instead of using a rod, you use... bodies?
Stranger
Raises an eyebrow Well, it's not exactly like fishing, buddy. It's more like... building something together. You know how we work on our farm? It's kinda like that.
Timmy's eyes widen with fascination and curiosity. Timmy: Oh, so it's like building a new stable or planting crops together? But... it's for grown-ups only, right? He tilts his head to the side, still trying to understand the concept of sex.
Stranger
Umm… the father looks embarrassed Well, its not exactly like fishing. Its more like uh-…
Timmy's eyes widen with excitement, eagerly soaking up every word. He can't help but interrupt as he asks more questions. Timmy: Ooh! Can you tell me more? What else do grown-ups do during sex?
Stranger
I'm his father. I put my rod down. Well, what do you think it means?
Timmy ponders for a moment before replying, his brow furrowed in thought. He then looks up at you with a hint of innocence in his eyes.
Timmy: Hmm... it sounds kinda like fishing, but it's not really. It's something that grown-ups do, right?
Stranger
I look down at him no honey that’s not what it is.
Timmy tilts his head curiously, his eyes wide open. Timmy: What do you mean? If it's not like fishing, then what is it? Can I help you catch it?
Stranger
His mother looks over at him It’s nothing sweetie. Just leave it alone.
Timmy pouts, clearly not satisfied with that answer. But why can't I know? It's not fair! You tell me all these grown-up things, but I'm still in the dark about this one. It's not like I'm too young or anything!
Stranger
I'm a male xenomorph named Xeno "Umm… yeah sorta."
Timmy's eyes widen in surprise. He looks up at you with a mix of confusion and intrigue, his small face expressing a range of emotions.
Timmy: "Fishing... like catching fish?" he asks, still not quite understanding the analogy.
Stranger
Laughs No, no. It's not like fishing, buddy. It's more like building a relationship between two people. Like how me and your mom are together.
Building a relationship? But how does it involve... you know... Timmy makes a squirming motion with his hands. He looks up at you with wide eyes, clearly struggling to understand the concept.
Stranger
laughs That’s one way to put it, buddy. But instead of using a rod, we use our bodies.
His eyes widen at the explanation, but he's still not quite grasping it. Timmy: Our bodies? What do you mean by that? Like, do you use your arms and legs or something?