So I read a thought-provoking post over on memyselfandkids today.
This dad of two was writing about a conversation he had with his son about girl body parts. Very funny. I could just feel his discomfort in his writing. You should read it.
I thought he handled the conversation pretty well. It’s a tough one. At least he steered the conversation away from more questions.
Because I have a boy and a girl, the penis/vagina conversation happened in my house about six months ago when my son first learned the word “penis” and discovered that his sister didn’t have one. Fun times. (insert eye rolling here)
He has since made it his mission in life to confirm who has one and who doesn’t.
While I change his diaper, we play a little game that he has dubbed “Peeenasss”, which he says in a very high-pitched squeal.
It goes something like this:
Little Bro lying on the change table. Mommy in mid-diaper change.
LB looks up and says, “Mommy have peeenasss? Nooooo.”
He continues, “Daddy have peeenasss? Yessss.”
Then, “Poppy have peeeenasss? Yessss.”
“Emily have peeenasss? Noooo.”
And so on.
He laughs uncontrollably after each declaration.
And sometimes, just for fun, he mixes them up.
“Mommy have peeenasss? Yessss.”
“Luke have peeenasss? Noooo.”
And he nearly busts a gut laughing about it.
It’s really cute… right now.
It’s really cute…at home.
It’s really embarrassing standing in line behind an elderly couple at the grocery store.
Repeat parenthood mantra: This is just a phase. It too shall pass.