July 22, 2004

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."
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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."