fifth grade maturation

Okay,so I never thought the day would come when I would attend the fifth grade boys maturation program. One reason is because I feel that it is the dad's job! The other reason is that, how can I possibly be old enough to have a child that is maturing enough to need guidance through the process?
Well, Jason couldn't attend (or so he said) and I found myself alone in a sea of testosterone and not in a good way lest you be reminded of my single days. Now, I consider myself a fairly mature women and not inclined to get the giggles even when the "p" word is said. which is more than I can say for Jason. But a room full of fifth grade boys and their dads discussing wet dreams is more than any girl should have to take!
Ridge was crouched in a corner acting like he didn't know me even when his friends kept pointing to me and yelling "hey, there's you're mom!" I didn't blame him, I was having a hard time making eye contact myself. Having been married for 13 years I wouldn't consider myself necessarily naive but there was information passed out that I would have been okay never being aware of. no, really.