What do you call it?

We’re sitting at the kitchen table. Rissa is watching Sex and the City on her phone while she enjoys her cinnamon raisin toast. It’s the episode where Charlotte and Trey are having a frank discussion about their nonexistent sex life. 

After all this time, I can’t really remember all the plot points of the series very well, but something strikes me. “Hey,” I say. “Has Trey never done anything just for Charlotte? I mean, FOR her?  Sure, he can’t get it up around her, but there are a whole lot of other options. Did he not buy toys? There are so many toys. Mutual masturbation? What about cunnilingus?”

Rissa looks up at me from her toast. “Do you know you are literally the only person who uses that word?”

“What? Cunnilingus?” That cannot be an accurate statement. Plenty of people say cunnilingus.

“I have never heard that word except when you say it,” says Rissa.

“What do you call it?” Maybe there’s new-fangled slang that I don’t know about because I’m over 50.

Rissa’s eyebrows are horrified. “I don’t want to call it anything with my mother.”

I’m perplexed. “But why? Do you say going down on her? South of Front Street? Lady BJs?

“Okay, that may actually be worse,” she says. She gets up from the table and grabs her plate. “This is what happens when I eat breakfast near you. It’s like on The Big Bang Theory when Sheldon says ‘intercourse’ or ‘coitus.’ ” She shudders.

“Henceforth,” I proclaim. “I shall only call it Lady BJs.”

“Please don’t.”