I have three girls and just recently gave birth to a boy. While changing his diaper for the first time in front of the girls, one said, “Um…what is THAT?” Another replied, “THAT’S his bladder!” Maria, mother of 5
On the flip side of that, my boys were watching while I was changing my niece. One shouted, “Hey guys, look! She has two butts!” Jody, mother of 4
At the time when my oldest daughter was potty training, I was watching my friend’s little boy regularly. He was about the same age as my daughter, so my friend asked if I could help potty train him, as well. Often being in the bathroom at the same time, my daughter noticed the difference between her pee place and the boy’s. Since she asked, I told her the proper terminology.
Days later, in line at the grocery store, I learned just how much my daughter had gleaned from my potty training lessons with the boy. Read the rest of this entry
Witness my daughter, Leah. One day I was changing my son Eli’s diaper. My son Eli had a terrible habit. Every time anybody would open his diaper, his hands would immediately proceed down to his, um, well his boy parts. This was especially annoying when he had pooped in his diaper. When it was possible, we would always make sure to have two people to change him. One to hold Eli’s hands and one on the business end.
But that was not always possible.
Once when I was alone with the children, Eli needed a change. I got to work on his diaper and he immediately got to work on his boy parts. In frustration I yelled, “Stop playing with yourself.”
With impeccable timing, my two and a half year old daughter joined in, “It’s not a toy!”
Ari, father of 4, author of Bias Incident: The World’s Most Politically Incorrect Novel.
