When you have a four or five year old and decide to bring a new baby into the family, a lot of interesting conversations come up, and they don't stop until, well, I'm not sure when they stop. (I'll get back to you on that.)
And they come up in ways you can not imagine. There's no sitting down, reading The Book and having a Little Chat. Nope, there are conversations about cows udders and how the horse 'udders' do not make milk. (Shut UP, they do NOT!) There are conversations about why Mommy's torso looks like a smiley face with the c-section scar as the smile. And in between there are General Vocabulary lessons. The other surprise is that even though you may think you've covered everything reasonable to cover with someone less than 5 ft. tall, that person has a fresh approach every time, just to keep you on your toes.
So yesterday Princess Z starts 'reviewing' the proper words for things.
"What's the boy part where the pee comes out again?"
"A penis"
"M'k, a pee-nuss...And then there's the part the girls have that babies come out of."
"Mm-hm."
"Right. And then...
"Yes, that's all of them."
"But...if pee comes out of the peee-nuss, shouldn't that be the pooop-nuss?"
Ah, there's no arguing with logic, is there?
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