I've been hesitating to write this post for the last few days. Why the hesitation? Well, I try to keep things family-friendly around here and look, my little brothers read this site. But this post keeps begging to be written, so I'll try to keep it delicate.
I've mentioned before that Jonah asks a lot of questions. He's four. All four-year-olds ask a lot of questions. While I've been stuck on the couch sick for the last few days, I've been a captive audience for such bizarre questions as "Are pigs naked?" and "But goats aren't naked?" and "Do worms have mouths?"
And then there are the inevitable "birds and bees" class of questions that crop up from time to time. I've said before that I have no intention of mincing the facts, though I will dole them out as appropriate, of course. Up until recently, we've mainly dealt with things pertaining to boys, the occasional mother cat, and goat's "milking thingies". He's long been fascinated with the concept of "girl" (what boy isn't?), but he's always operated under the assumption that girls have the same... um... equipment that he does because, well... why wouldn't they? Anything else would be inconceivable.
So the question came around the other day, when he had me as captive audience. "Mom? What do girls have... down... by their butts?" (You see why I wasn't going to write this post?)
I gave him proper names, just like always. No fuss, no muss. Ended with a bit about boys and girls being created differently and boys grow up to be daddies and girls grow up to be mommies.
He pondered for a minute and then let loose the real zinger:
"When I grow up... I'll probably have to wear glasses."
And that was that. On to the next thing.