Sunday, August 26, 2012

Let me hear your body talk...

Body talk. More specifically, talking about the body and its various parts with my four year old. The age of four is an age of discovery, I'm finding. My son is fascinated by his body. Not surprising, really. But he's also fascinated by MY body. I guess that's not really surprising either, seeing as I'm the only female in the house. Vive la difference!

My son, like most males, is obsessed with his genitalia. He is recently potty trained, so he's also obsessed with toilets and the activities surrounding them. He likes to point out that he pees standing up because he has a winkie.

**Side note- I am a full grown, educated woman, but I can't say the word 'penis' with a straight face. I used to feel bad about it until my son's pediatrician told me (in reference to a question I had about penile adhesions due to circumcision), "Don't worry about his weiner. When he grows up and starts getting woodies it'll all work itself out."
If a medical professional cannot say the word 'penis' either, I don't feel so bad anymore.

Back to the story. My oldest likes to point out that he pees standing up because he has a winkie.  He also likes to note that I don't have a winkie. This observation has spawned hundreds of questions over the course of the last two years. He has deduced that girls don't have winkies, but they do have holes out of which they pee.

All in all I've found the potty training bathroom conversations to be very awkward and uncomfortable.

But nothing prepared me for what came next. My dear son, having found my anatomy lacking, said to me, "You need to get a toy winkie and put it in your hole."

(I'll just give you a moment to ponder that.)

Once I picked my jaw up off the floor and tamed my giggles, my mind quickly flashed over the contents of all my drawers and closets to see if there was ANYTHING in there he could have found that would have given him the idea of a 'toy winkie'.  There was nothing. He has conjured up in his imagination a 'toy winkie' that has a button I can push to make the pee come out.

As mortifying as this is, I think it's sweet that my little boy is trying to help me. He's so sweet and thoughtful! I did explain to him that I'm able to use the bathroom just fine on my own.

My only hope is that he doesn't take this conversation to school.

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