Tad, the little two year old I babysit has been learning about "gender differences" lately, you know, what makes a boy a boy and what makes a girl a girl. His parents are keen on teaching him correct terminology - I'm good with that, did the same thing myself when my kids were small and learning. Today while I was changing his diaper he shared his newly gained knowledge with me. I pulled the diaper back, and very proudly he declared, "that's Tad's penis."
"Yep, it sure is," I agreed.
"Daddy has a penis." Not going to argue that, Tad is living proof both his parents are properly "plumbed".
"I'm pretty sure he does," I agreed again. He shook his little blonde head slowly side to side, "Mommy doesn't have a penis."
"No?"
"No. . . . Mommy has a GIANT," he said very matter of factly. "A giant?"
"Yeah! Mommy has a giant. Mommy's a girl. Girls have giants." Oh my gosh, I nearly bust a lung trying not to laugh. You just can't laugh at a little guy when he's so serious and proud of himself. But he wasn't done. He needed to be sure I knew what category I fit into. "Darcy doesn't have a penis. Darcy has a giant too!" OMG - God bless the little ones!
"Yep, it sure is," I agreed.
"Daddy has a penis." Not going to argue that, Tad is living proof both his parents are properly "plumbed".
"I'm pretty sure he does," I agreed again. He shook his little blonde head slowly side to side, "Mommy doesn't have a penis."
"No?"
"No. . . . Mommy has a GIANT," he said very matter of factly. "A giant?"
"Yeah! Mommy has a giant. Mommy's a girl. Girls have giants." Oh my gosh, I nearly bust a lung trying not to laugh. You just can't laugh at a little guy when he's so serious and proud of himself. But he wasn't done. He needed to be sure I knew what category I fit into. "Darcy doesn't have a penis. Darcy has a giant too!" OMG - God bless the little ones!