So as you know, we’ve been working on potty training Samuel, and it’s going pretty slowly. As you also know, we’re book people when it comes to many things. If we don’t know what we’re doing, we read a book about it. So we read the chapter on potty training in The Baby Book, and in it Dr. Sears suggests to call the parts by their proper names. He also says just to say it very matter-of-factly, like it’s just another word. For some reason, though, it is so difficult for us to say penis without cracking a smile. I started laughing just typing it. I’m way mature.
So Samuel has taken to calling what was formerly referred to as his pee-pee his penis. He says is very matter-of-factly, and we really try not to make a big deal out of it. So tonight, he’s taking a bath; Michael’s sitting there next to the tub on the toilet; Levi’s standing there next to the tub; and I’m brushing my teeth at the sink.
He starts identifying his penis, as all little boys do when they’re in the bathtub. Then he starts listing everyone that has one, too. “Daddy has a penis. Levi has a penis. Mommy has a penis.”
Michael gently corrects him, “No, only boys have penises. Mommy has no penis.”
So a few seconds later Samuel says very clearly, “Mommy has no penis.”
“That’s right,” we say, trying not to crack a smile. It didn’t last. Within seconds Michael and I both were in the kitchen cracking up because we didn’t want to let Samuel see us laughing about it. We’re way mature.