Do you dread having the "talk" with your kid? You know the one I mean. I'm referring to that special moment when you explain to little Johnny or Suzie how babies are made. Well, buck up and put your big boy pants on, Nancy. There's not much to it, to be honest. My daddy didn't waste his time giving me a flowery speech about feelings and intimacy and romance and all that gobbledegook. He simply came into my bedroom one day and dropped a stack of Playboy magazines onto the bed and said, "Here. These will tell you all you need to know." And, by gum, he was right! Of course, this same method doesn't work on daughters. As a father, you hope that your son will grow up sowing his seed like an Amish farmer on a cocaine binge. Daughters, on the other hand, are a different story. You don't want them associating with boys like the kind of boy you want your son to become. In order to instill a fear of sex into your daughter, the best thi...