As many parents do when potty training their child, we have books galore on the subject littering our house. There's the classic Everyone Poops, the charming Once Upon a Potty, and Sam's current favorite The Potty Book - For Boys. We talk way too much about bodily functions at our house, and since we decided long ago that instead of using sobriquets for body parts (wee-wee being the most common in our books) we'd call them by their proper names, we've had some insightful and some downright weird conversations recently.
Nothing beats Thursday morning, though. Sam was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing a mid-morning snack while Joy was busy rearranging our random utensil drawer (or whatever else nesting-late-pregnancy women are compelled to do). Getting down to the bottom of his sippy cup, he unscrewed the lid to drain the last few precious drops of apple juice. Doing so, he became entranced with the bottom of the lid. He cocked his head to the side and looked at the strange apparatus hanging down from the lid and then declared:
"My cup has a penis! Look Mom!"
You don't even want to know where the poop discussions randomly come back to haunt us.
Susie's Qabili Pilau
8 months ago