So I may have mentioned a while back (probably on Twitter) that my Kid asked me – in the shower one day – where my willy was. You know, because we’d done the whole learn the parts of your body by naming them thing, and now he was progressing towards asking what each body part does/is for. You can’t really exclude the penis from an anatomy lesson – because clearly it’s there and it is unmissable. (Sidenote: as for why it’s called a willy, and not a penis – I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think I was the one responsible for calling it that.)
Anyway. He’d asked me where my willy was, and so I had to explain that there’s a diference between girls (me) and boys (him and his Daddy) and the difference is that girls have vaginas, and boys have willies.
“Oh, so you’re a girl mommy, and girls have “GINAS (pronouced jaaai-nas) and mommy’s got NO willy because mommy’s got a ‘GINA – YOU GOT A ‘GINA MOMMY.” (picture him jumping up and down and pointing)
A few weeks later, my Kid proves just how much he’s his father’s child (with the elephantine memory gene clearly being present) by displaying his ability to recall past acquired knowledge, by informing an elderly black man in the busy queue outside the ATM (not to mention everyone within a 20ft radius) that his mommy is a girl because she’s got a ‘gina not a willy.
*Photo: Boys and their fascination with their tackle: starts early. never ends, apparently.
** Potty training update: every night before bathtime, he makes a number two, in the potty. I usually have to bribe him with the promise of an ice lolly in the bath, but generally it happens. Still not much progress on getting him to want to use the potty to make a number one. So it looks like nappies will be here for a while yet.
*** And yes, I’m so controversial I posted a picture of my Kid sitting on the potty. But don’t worry, it was a false alarm this time ’round.