Boys have a penis

by statia on July 31, 2009

The whole anatomy fascination is taking storm in this house.   Everything is about what is affectionately referred to as “the pee pees” in this house.  Or the hiney.   I’m constantly having to remind him that no, we don’t really need to stick your fingers in Mama’s “pee pees” or “get your finger out of my butt, thank you.”  Last week his speech therapist was giving me the report on how he was doing at school, how he goes on with detailed play schemes.   She was surprised when he said something about “Daddy going to a hotel.”  Which she made him repeat because she figured that surely he had to be saying something else.   And then wondering if he got kicked out of the house the night before.   That wasn’t the case.  It was probably something he overheard when the Meester was talking about one of his business trips.  Either way, the play scheme went down like this:

Mini:  Daddy has to go to a hotel now. *puts the daddy in the car*  Oh no Daddy fell on his hiney.  We have to kiss it to make it better.

Speech therapist: *thinking*  I’m not kissing your father’s ass, kid.   “I think he fell on his knee too, let’s kiss his knee.

Mini: *mwah* all better knee.

There’s also the play scheme where daddy goes to the beer store and the play scheme where Count Dooku falls and hurts his “pee pees”

I can see I’m going to have my work cut out for me with this one.

{ 3 comments }

Camille July 31, 2009 at 11:41 pm

Ha! I love it!

amy t. August 5, 2009 at 9:23 am

These stories are good for life. My mom STILL tells people about this one time when we were at Red Lobster when I was about 4. I was the only girl on a street with about 7 boys close to my age. At dinner, my mom asked me a question, and I yelled something like “I DON’T WANT TO SHOW MY WEINER!”

26 years of humiliation later…

tricia August 11, 2009 at 10:45 am

BAHAHAHAHA

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