As MiniMac is fully potty trained now, he considers himself a big boy. He is also becoming a bit more fascinated with his boy parts which I suppose will only last the rest of his life.
Before MiniMac turned two, as he was discovering his body, we were forthright with him regarding the names for all of his parts. As previously shared, one day while we were getting him dressed, he grabbed his business and asked me, “What is this?”
I replied, “Your penis.”
His enthusiastic reply, “ELEPHANTS EAT PENIS!”
Well, not exactly but at his age, I can see how he put that all together.
And as we have potty breaks, sometimes the conversation takes an unexpected comedic turn.
Last week, I took MiniMac into a restroom. Mind you, we have had several conversations lately about sharing and what you should share (toys) and what you do not share (toothbrush.) This is relevant. Why? You'll see.
While in the actual stall of a crowded restroom, the following conversation occurs:
MiniMac: Mommy’s don’t have penises.
MiniMac: We don’t share our Mommy's.
Me: Well, right.
Minimac: We don't share our penis.
Me: Correct, you don’t need to share your body. (Remind me to remind him of this when he turns 15.)
MiniMac: What if you need a penis? (I am sure he means to go potty.)
My thought: Oh boy. Add this to things I hope to never discuss again.
MiniMac: (after a small pause) I don't share mine but maybe you can use Daddy's!
As I am trying not to laugh in his tiny face, I say, "I will certainly let Daddy know. "
And amidst the giggles I heard from the other women in the restroom, I didn't feel it necessary to tell MiniMac that I am pretty sure Daddy and I have already worked this out. Somehow when we were tallying up the goods on the baby registry, nowhere did I see the "Warnings and Prep" workbook regarding conversations like this. Oh, and he is only 3 so I better buckle in.