I wrote awhile back about my sons predilection towards singing about his manhood. Well, he's discovered something new. Yesterday afternoon he says "Mommy, look! I made my penis pointy." Sure enough, it was. What do you say to that? Well, being the Mother of the Year that I am at times, I simply said "It is pointy."
He then started to run after his sister, which I then had to say: "T. we don't put our pointy penis on anyone and you should only make it pointy while you are by yourself."
I thought we had taken care of that. Nope. At dinner Little Bear informs me: "Mommy, I touch my penis!"
Yep, he sure was. What do you say to that? "We don't touch our penis during dinner."
Who would have thought that this would have become a topic of conversation at dinner?