A Lesson On How Not To...

So, being the SAHM I am, sometimes I do not get to use the bathroom without a 3 year old audience. If he is bored, then he comes right along with me, although I do make him stay outside in the hallway.

I do not consider myself a prudish person, I do not shy away from Mr. Personality seeing people in their "natural" states if the chips happen to fall that way. I never close the bathroom door when I am with him, so from infancy, me in the bathroom is a familiar sight.

Only recently has he seen fit to play twenty questions. I should have been more prepared, I should have seen it coming.

You see, I have sacrificed, so that you all may learn from my mistakes.

Mr. Personality: Mama, are you going pee-pee?

Gina: (sigh) Yes, dear.

Mr. P: Is the pee-pee coming out of your own pEnis?

Gina: No baby, girls don't have one of those.

Mr. P: Why?

Gina: (reverting to classic) Because they just don't!

Mr. P: Then where is it coming out from?

Gina: Uh...

Mr. P: Your own booty?

Gina: Uh, not exactly...

I was completely thrown for a loop. I am all for giving children the correct anatomical names for things, but at that particular moment, I did not feel comfortable with my preschooler knowing the word urethra. I had visions of him at Easter letting everyone know where Mommy's pee-pee comes out of, and I just didn't want to go there. Actually at that very moment, I'm not even sure that urethra was what sprang to mind.

Yet another lesson on how not to have a bodily function discussion with your three year old, courtesy of Gina.

You are welcome.

Comments

Melodee said…
Thank you.
9:35 PM
Chaotic Mom said…
My son was just diagnosed deaf when he walked in on me going to the bathroom (the door WAS shut but that didn't stop him). He quickly noted I didn't have a wee wee like his, and in his own way communicated WHY NOT? Like, where is it?

I bawled for hours, trying not to laugh, too. He was just past two years old and I had NO CLUE how to explain it to any kid, let alone one who couldn't hear me. I did the best I could with as discrete as possible pantomimes, I guess.

Very strange moment there, something I will NEVER forget.
7:57 AM
Hope said…
Mom of a boy(11)
Grannie of a girl(4)
Crew Princess walks into bathroom as son is bending over to pick up a towel after his shower....
Mom.......
Yes cree princess
Uncle * has a vaginia on his butt.
3:12 PM
wthenrest said…
You have just made me glad(atleast for a moment) that I don't have kids...
You gotta love that honesty though. Very funny.
6:03 PM
J said…
My rule? MAMA PEES ALONE. Maya would bang on the door wanting in, and I would think, JESUS, Can't I have ONE MINUTE OF PRIVACY? See, my issue was different, but still, bathroom issues. :)
12:58 PM
Dani said…
Hee-hee...My three year old daughter just likes to refer to her Vagina all the time and seems rather proud to have one, while her brother has a penis. It's like her own thing that her and mommy share that her little tag along brother can't relate to...
6:36 PM
Suzanne said…
I am Prudy McPrude, so it's been quite an adjustment having kids in the bathroom with me. Still not quite comfortable with it, four years into parenting!
7:14 PM
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