While giving Little a bath:
Mommy! I see her p-e-n-i-s.* –Middle
She doesn’t have a p-e-n-i-s. –me
What’s that called again that she does have? –Middle
Its called her v-a-g-i-n-a. –me
Oh. And what’s that called in Spanish? –Middle.
I really don’t remember that, buddy. –me. (They don’t teach those body parts in high school Spanish. I don’t even think I learned it in my university class at Villanova.)
Oh. Well, what’s it called in my school’s language? –Middle.
You mean Hebrew? –me.
Oh, yeah, Hebrew. –Middle.
You know, I have no idea. You should ask Marci. –me.
That’s a great idea, Mom. Marci knows everything. –Middle.
*No, we don’t typically spell out words in our house. We call them what they’re called. I just included the dashes to keep the pervs at bay.
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Ah, out of the mouths of babes! Poor Marci, though. Can you imagine THAT convo? LOL
I know. Of course, Marci said she’ll look up the words so she can share them tonight. She doesn’t want to let him down. Afterall, she knows everything!