Several years ago The Bug came to the realization that boys and girls are different. The great part about that particular memory is that I was there to witness and remember it for posterity. When she was about 6 years old we were spending a Sunday afternoon at Grandmas house. Present among the party were my husbands brother, his wife, and their four boys. Their youngest (We will call him Bubba for now) was having his diaper changed in the other room when The Bug sauntered in and discovered that boys have different equipment than anyone she had ever seen. She had probably only ever seen herself and her sister before this point so she didn't have a huge basis for comparison. She stared open-mouthed for a minute until my SIL noticed and made a comment about it. The Bug asked what IT was, and was told. She then proceeded to go on her merry way as if nothing had happened. Well, my SIL let me know about the exchange so that I could cover the bases later, and then we let it drop. The next day we were getting ready for school and I casually brought the subject back up. This is the conversation that ensued:
Me: So you walked in on Jill when she was changing Bubbah yesterday huh?
Bug: Yeah mom it was weird!
Me: What do you mean... weird?
Bug: He was weird down there (pointing)
Me: (trying to keep a straight face) uummm no honey that isn't weird it is just what boys look like.
Bug:...... really? (Like she thinks I am pulling a fast one on her!)
Me: Yep, all boys look like that.
Bug: ALL BOYS!
Me: Yep. All boys, dad has one too!
Bug: (Eyes the size of dinner plates) REALLY, I'D LIKE TO SEE THAT!
This is the point where I lost it! I ask you, is there anyone out there that could have maintained their composure after hearing a statement like that?
(S just happened to be in the shower at the same time and I was very tempted to say, "go right on in". I spared him the humiliation though, I am so nice.)