Ah the joys of little boys….
It was not long after he arrived that Mr D discovered he had
an extra appendage, shall we say. And
like most boys (big and small) he found it to be a fascinating ‘toy’. My first reaction was one of shock and
dismay. “He can’t be doing that yet!” I
said to the hubby, who found the whole thing rather amusing. “Sure he can, it feels nice.” Was his less
than sympathetic response. Eventually I
came to grips (no pun intended)with the situation and just let him do what he
was going to do.
About a year ago, he discovered that it had a name. “What’s that?” he asked the hubby. Without missing a beat he replied “It’s a penis.”
“Peeenis” D whispered in awe….
Again, neither of us really paid any attention. Then it started….
“Do you have a penis, Mommy?” “No.”
“Does Wibia have a penis, Mommy?” “No”
“Does Daddy have a penis, Mommy?” “Yes”
We carefully explained to him that boys had one and girls
did not. (Yeah – we were kind of vague
on what girls have – I don’t think I am ready for that conversation or how he
will end up saying it!) For some reason
this seemed to solidify things for him and instead of asking if everyone had a
penis he would ask if they were a boy or a girl. Periodically the penis question would pop up
(again, no pun intended), but for the most part he seemed to leave it alone.
Of course that still didn’t mean that he wasn’t occasionally
using the word. One afternoon on our
weekly trip to Wal-Mart, both kids piped up that they needed to use the
potty. As we like the idea of them being
potty trained we both dutifully took a child and headed to the restrooms.
A and I finished quickly enough and were waiting for the
boys. Pretty soon they appear, and I
notice the hubby has a strange smirk on his face, like he is trying hard not to
laugh. We head off to battle various
Wal-Mart Demons, and I forgot about the whole thing until we hit the juice
aisle. At this point the hubby can no
longer contain himself and begins giggling.
“What?” I asked, slightly annoyed that he was finding the juice aisle
soooo amusing.
He then explains that while D was going bathroom, the hubby
decided to go too. Apparently D noticed
this and piped up with “Daddy, you have a BIIIIG penis!” right about the time
someone walked into the bathroom. My
husband was torn between being flattered and horrified…said he kept waiting for
someone to call the cops on him. I asked
him what he said to D. He said he did not have the heart to tell the little guy that it was pretty normal, especially
since D seemed so impressed. (I managed
not to snort too much.)
Of course this gave us all a big chuckle and life went on
pretty much as normal. Last month D
realized he had a birthday coming up.
For days he has mentioned “My birthday is coming” and how he wanted a
Mickey Mouse cake. Knowing full well
that this would change, we just nodded and explained yes, his birthday was
coming and yes, he could have a cake.
Last week he was still going on about a Mickey Mouse cake, so I
dutifully borrowed a cake pan from a girl at work. Saturday, was beautiful out so we took the kids
to a park to let them run amuck. On the
way home, D started babbling on and on again about his birthday.
“I have a birthday coming up!”
“Yes you do,” said daddy.
“I get a cake and presents on my birthday!”
“Yes you do,” said daddy.
“What do you want for your birthday?” Daddy asked.
“I want Angry birds, Mikey Mouse, Spiderman, Superman, and a
penis cake!”
Silence filled the van.
“What did he say?” whispered the hubby.
“You heard it…he wants a penis cake.” I whispered back.
Anyone got a cake pan in the shape of a penis I can borrow?
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