This morning Dailah was asking me to read her a book. Zach and I had been talking about various items over a steaming cup of coffee so I “asked” her to wait a few minutes. A few minutes later I hear,
“Look mom, my penis!”
I don’t turn around, just say, “No, Dailah, you have a vagina remember?”
“Moooom, book is my penis.”
I turn around oh so scared. And see it. She is dangling the book between her legs. And she is calling it her penis.
Must go read up on educating our children about proper genitals and such. What with my son saying this and now Dailah, we’re in real trouble.