When I was in my mid thirties it was time to tell the boys about the birds and the bees. My wife promised she'd take care of our daughters, so I had to tell the boys. It was easy for her to tell me to get it over with when she had years to go before she had to give the girls the talk. And I felt a little like a hypocrite telling them that they should be careful and not just go having sex with whomever they wanted. I can't even remember what I said. I think I may have been a little vague because when I left the table they looking more confused than when they sat down. I just didn't feel comfortable, and maybe it was bad for me to leave it like that, but I just couldn't find any more words in me!