Will somebody please tell me where my kids came from??

I just returned from the initial meeting with a lady at Klamath Developmental Youth Services which is where Griffen is being sent by his school for his "disruptive behavior" for some counselling. So, after telling the therapist all the "problems" that Griffen has she had to state an initial diagnosis. Her diagnosis (without meeting him yet) is that the kid is - just - to - freakin -bright! He wants to be a perfectionist, and is possibly obsessive until he completes whatever he is working on and it is perfect or he has decided he wants to move on. He likes to be in control. (YA THINK??!!) He also is asking questions that apparently developmentally most kids don't ask or even think about until the onset of the teen years! (YAHOOO FOR US!)

Now I can confirm this because Wes had to answer Griffen's questions about sex the other night. TALK ABOUT NOT BEING READY FOR THAT CONVERSATION!! We seriously thought it would be at least around 10ish! However, we have learned that if he is asking we better give him the correct answer or we will be getting a call from someone later on because he has asked/confronted them. Like 2 weeks ago when he asked me "Why don't some of the kids in my class celebrate birthdays or Christmas?" Now I think I've got this one handled, right. "Well son, some faiths just chose not to celebrate any holidays...etc.." There that should satisfy an 8 year old. Wrong again. He waits a week and confronts one of the boys mother at the school. Asks her to show him "Where it says in the Bible not to celebrate birthdays and oh, by the way, Christmas is a celebration of Jesus' birthday!" (Seriously, he said this.) So he wants her to prove to him where is says it is wrong. She refers him to his parents who as you know already failed miserably in answering that question to any level that he finds acceptable. And so we got the phone call.....again! Oh, back to the sex question..he got basic, straight answers and he still refuses to even say any of the words to include: hug, kiss, love..because they are just too gross for him to utter. I think we are safe there for a while!

Then there's Carsen who says to me today. "Why do I always go fart, fart? Maybe, I should be named Tooter McKay" SERIOUSLY! Where did they come from??