So It Starts
I tossed my soon-to-be-one-year-old daughter in the bath tub with my four-year-old son to kill the proverbial two birds with the proverbial one stone as I usually do, but got some unexpected comments this time.
Four-year-old son: "Hey. Where is her peepee?" Caught off guard mom: "Well, she has one in the same place as you, but hers is different than yours because she is a girl." Innocent son: "Ohh. Well, I am a boy, and mine is like this (clutching it). Where is your peepee, mom?" Tongue-tied mother: "Well, mine is in the same place as well." Curious son: "What kind is it?" Bemused mom: "Well, I am a girl, you know" Enlightened son: "Ohh. Well, can I see it?" Distressed mom: "Umm. No." ********** I am sitting on the couch and my son crawls onto my lap and sweetly lays his head on my chest. I smile in anticipation of a nice snuggle. Then he abruptly raises his head and pokes my boob: Son with a screwed up nose: "What is THAT?" Mom with a sigh: "Well, it's my chest, son." Bewildered child: "Woah." (Lifts up his tee shirt and pokes his pec.) "My chests are really small, see?!" Wincing mom: "Yeah." Right on cue son: "But yours are BIG BIG BIG!!!!!" (Pause.) "Can I see?" Mom with another wince: "Umm. No."