We've always had a fairly open house. We teach our children the correct anatomical names for their body parts and don't balk when they use them.
Unfortunately, between ages 3 and 4, all of my children suddenly became obsessed with their "private parts".
Seth was at home with me all the time, so I just tried to explain to him that his penis was private and for him only. It seemed to work. (All except for making Ms. J. uncomfortable whenever she came to dinner. But he kind of had a crush on her, and three year olds aren't that great at picking up women.)
With Toby though, maybe he's more obsessed, or maybe I'm just at my limit (which would be awful because I'll soon have another 3 year old boy).
A while back, Toby said, I have a penis. Do you want to see? (He actually says this quite often, it's my response that was different.)
I said, No, I do not want to see your penis. No one is ever going to think your penis is as fabulous as you think it is.
Dylan told me I was being harsh and mean.
Then one day I overheard Dylan say, Your mother is right. No one is ever going think your penis is as fabulous as you think it is.
I have a fear though. Toby goes to preschool. I know one day I will pick him up and his teacher will tell me "Toby showed us something today." And for the split second before she tells me I will be thinking "Please, oh please, oh please, NOT his penis." Then she will say, "His penis."
And I'll just sink into the floor.
Because for all my "openness" with my kids, I am not the least bit open with adults. And I honest to goodness have no idea how to handle that.
No thanks, I'll just die.
If it’s whatever day this is I must be sick.
18 hours ago