Mountain View Mommy: Sand, Trucks and Testosterone

January 29, 2007

A Lesson in Anatomy

Filed under: Body Parts — by mvmommy @ 9:44 pm

The other day my sister was over for lunch. Andrew & Justin love Auntie Katie. She is fun. She lets them do what they want. And she finds them hilarious, which in turn makes them act hilarious.

While I was getting lunch ready, Andrew was talking to Katie. This is what ensued:

Andrew: “Your penis is sticking out”

Katie: “I don’t have a penis honey”

Andrew: “Mom, her penis is sticking out” as he is tugging on me to turn around and look

Me: “No Andrew that is just her zipper and it’s sticking up.” Katie folds down the zipper and tucks it behind the flap “See, it’s not a penis, it’s a zipper. Girls don’t have a penis, only boys do”

Andrew: “What’s that?” as he points to Katie’s sweater

Me: “What are you pointing to honey?”

Andrew: “That. THAT. THHHAAAAT” as he’s pointing to her chest.

Me: “Oh that is Auntie Katie’s sweater”

Andrew: “No under her sweater”

Me: “That is Auntie Katie’s chest”

Andrew: “Her chest and her BOOBS”

(Hummm, I don’t think I call my boobs… boobs. Are my boys trying to join some sort of childhood fraternity with this talk? Nathan! What have you been teaching our kids?)

Me: “To be polite, we call it her chest”

Andrew, mumbling as he walks back into the playroom: “Yeah, her chest AND her BOOBS, Mom”

Ahhhh, I am fighting a lost cause.

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1 Comment »

  1. Don’t blame the boys. Girls aren’t much better. I can’t even count the hours I’ve spent trying to get Clara to learn her colors or recognize what each letter looks like, but it only took one try for her to remember the word “Boobies!” I don’t even know why I used it. What grown woman uses the word “boobies”. It went something like this..

    Me: “Clara, come on. Let’s get dressed. Put your arm through here. No, no, thru here! No, no that’s where your foot goes. THRU HERE!!”

    Clara: Completely oblivious to my growing frustration – “What are those?” points to my chest.

    Me: “Those are Mommy’s boobies. Now please focus on the task at hand. Let’s get you dressed.”

    Clara: Now reaching for my chest, “Mommy’s boobies, Mommy’s boobies.”

    This went on for more than 10 minutes and still surfaces at unexpected and unprovoked moments (grocery store, while I’m on the phone, in front of my father-in-law, etc)

    What was I thinking?

    Comment by Meg — January 30, 2007 @ 9:30 pm |Reply


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