One afternoon, while Johnny’s mom was enjoying a warm bath, little Johnny wandered into the bathroom without knocking. His eyes widened with curiosity as he noticed something strange on her body.
“Mom,” he asked with innocent wonder, “what’s that fuzzy patch under your tummy?”
Startled but keeping her composure, she smiled softly and said, “That’s called a bush, sweetheart.”
The next day, Johnny barged into the bathroom again—this time while his dad was taking a shower. Once more, something caught his attention, and his curiosity got the best of him.
“Dad,” he asked, tilting his head, “what’s that big long thing hanging between your legs?”
His father laughed and replied matter-of-factly, “That’s called a snake, son.”
A few days later, Johnny walked in on his mom taking another bath. His curiosity hadn’t faded one bit. This time, he noticed something else and asked, “Mom, what are those two droopy things above your tummy?”
With a gentle laugh, she replied, “Those are my headlights, darling.”
Weeks passed, and one night, Johnny accidentally walked into his parents’ bedroom. What he saw completely puzzled him—they were in the middle of an intimate moment.
Not understanding what was happening, he shouted in alarm, “Mom, turn on your headlights! The snake’s crawling into the bush!”
His parents froze, torn between bursting into laughter and absolute panic.
It became one of those unforgettable childhood moments—awkward at the time, but hilarious in hindsight. They chose to wait until Johnny was old enough to understand before explaining what he had really seen.
As he grew older, Johnny—always curious and quick-minded—began to learn that not every question needs an answer right away, and that sometimes, it’s best to wait until the right moment to understand the world around you.