|Daddy at the beach|
This is largely the fault of the responsible adults in their lives. "This is your elbow," I would say when they were first learning, touching it lovingly. "This is your nose." I would say, and make a "beep!" sound as I pushed on it. "This is your hair! This your foot! This little piggy..."
And so on.
|Daddy and RH|
So it's no wonder that my children, like a great many little girls, get confused about the difference between "bottom" and "vagina."
I know I'm not alone in this. I know that lots of parents are hesitant to get them very familiar with the differences. After all, they'll figure it out, right?
And in the meantime, there are little... incidents. Misuses. You know, toddler talk that would horrify an adult, but you take in stride as though nothing out of the ordinary has been said.
Like, "I pooed out of my 'agina!"
Dear God, I hope not.
And again, the confusion goes the other way.
|Daddy and his big girls|
But of course, they insist on being in the bathroom with Daddy,
And occasionally, they won't leave him alone when he changes his clothes. Which any parent of a small baby finds themselves doing with shocking regularity.
Which is why, as I entered my bedroom this past Sunday, I was greeted by a very concerned SI. She was perplexed and somewhat alarmed. There was a belt dangling over the end of the bed, and SI caused it to sort of flop around a little bit as she exclaimed to me- "Daddy have a bouncy thing on his bottom!"
I hadn't noticed.
|All three of my munchkins, sporting Paul Frank|
"...yes, yes that's true."
"We don't have a peen-it. Only Daddy have a peen-it. I have a 'agina! I gonna get bigger and bigger, and then have a BIG 'agina just like YOU!"
Maybe we'll revisit this conversation then. In the meantime, I think I'll just crawl under a rock.