Olive sits on the tiolet after I finally pick her up and put her there. She whimpers, having not wanted to stop playing, not wanted to take a minute to pee.
She's constanly holding it in, squeezing her legs together, leaking a little, not wanting to stop.
Must. Never. Stop.
"Mommy, I a boy," she says from her perch.
"Really? Like Daddy and Elias?"
"Yeah, and Tonsina."
"I think you're a girl." She's about 60/40 nowadays on whether she's a girl or a boy with her female side coming out more often. I'm a girl like you Mommy, she'll say, and we're both sisters. Not today.
"No, I a boy."
"But you have a vagina, like me." We say it like it is here. No cutsie names.
There was the time, when Olive was a baby, and Elias pointed at her privates and asked, what's that? And I called it her labia and regretted this when a month later he pulled out the term in perfect context.(Could have been worse, I could have said, vulva) Vagina, though not really anatomically correct. nor the prettiest of words, is more the norm.
And well, my boy doesn't need anything else, even the proper name of a body part, to make him stand out.
"No I don't have a gina." Olive shakes her head, all serious and sly.
I reach for some toliet paper. "You don't?"
"No I have two bottoms. Two butts!"
Um...
Happy Friday Everyone!
LM2BO! :) we try to use the correct terms here too but you never know when someone will blurt one out at an inopportune time. Hope you're enjoying some time away!
Posted by: Kate | 01/19/2013 at 12:55 PM