I didn’t recognize the number on caller ID, but I knew it was local. The call went like this:

“Hey Ms. C., What’s sodomy?”

To say I was speechless is an understatement. I paused then said “Uh, who is this????”

“It’s J!” She responded as if calling her history teacher to ask about sodomy is not a big deal. Of course, this girl and I have a unique relationship. I’ve already explained breast pumps, labor pains, and childbirth to her. Even so, sodomy wasn’t something I was prepared for.

“Uh, I guess you could say it’s a legal term for anal sex” – yup, that was about as graphic as I wanted to get with this one.

Meanwhile the hub was standing near me and his jaw dropped to the floor. Quickly he starts pestering me under his breath. I guess I can’t blame him; he’s not used to hearing me discussing sodomy or anal sex on the phone while casually sipping a beer in the sunroom.

I had to ask. A part of me wasn’t so sure I wanted to hear the answer, but the bigger part of me was itching to know just WHY one of my sixteen year old students was calling to ask me about this.

She’d been watching some cop show on television. Some dude was charged with sodomy. She was clueless and figured she’d ask me. Luverly! She giggled when I suggested she use a dictionary the next time then said “Why should I do that? I have my teacher on my phone!”

Yup, she does. Gotta love that one.

Peace