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?
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Boys will be boys! Too stinking funny!
Oh my... too funny! If it helps, my mother used to tell my brothers if they kept playing with it, it was going to fall off.
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