Ch 7 Sly asks Primo to buy him some batteries and Primo feels compelled to explain to me that the need for C batteries should raise questions in anyone’s mind and I say I don’t care why Sly wants batteries, I am happy just to get out of the house

Primo: I need to go to Target. Want to go with me?

Me: Sure. Anything to get out of here. You wouldn’t leave me alone with your mom and dad, would you?

Primo: No!

Me: Why do you need to go?

Primo: My dad wants some C batteries.

Me: Oh, OK.

Primo: I asked him what the batteries were for and he wouldn't tell me.

Me: Why do you care?

Don’t look the gift horse of getting out of the house in the mouth is what I say.

Primo: Because almost nothing uses C batteries anymore. Wouldn't you want to know?

Me: I have no idea about what kind of batteries are used where. I didn’t know that almost nothing uses C batteries, and no, I wouldn't care at all. I would be too distracted by my happiness at getting to get away from the house. Did he tell you?

Primo: I had to ask a few times. He didn’t want to tell me. Finally, after the third time, he told me they were for a vibrator.

Me: Isn’t this the guy who brags about his Viagra?

Primo: Yes.

Me: So why wouldn’t he want to brag about this?

Primo: I don’t know.

Me: But still - gross. Who wants that kind of information about his parents?

Primo: Yeah, I know. But he is proud that at his age, his sexuality is still a major part of his identity.

Me: Gross.

Primo: It’s not gross to still be sexually active when you are old.

Me: No, of course not. I hope we are still getting busy when we are old. The gross part is to tell your children about it.

Primo: Oh. Yeah.

Me: So you don't want to know this stuff either.

Primo: Nope.