Jack said this to me last week when he and I were home alone and I was able to skirt the whole issue by telling him that I wasn’t really sure, because I didn’t have one, but that I was pretty sure he shouldn’t try to push it in. This answer seemed good enough. Case closed. And how much cuter could he possibly be?
Fast forward to tonight:
Mama, my peepee is pointy again. Here, feel it.
Cripes.
Is this gonna become a thing? Isn’t he a little young to talk to about, um, anatomy? Oh, God, what if he starts discussing his, um, business at school? Should I retain counsel?
This time I was ready. I had a plan. With a bright smile, I said, I have an idea! Daddy’s right in the office. Let’s go ask him. He knows aaaaaaall about that stuff.
We walked into the office, and I explained that ‘we’ had a question that he could probably answer better than me, then I got the hell out of there.
I smiled as I overheard my husband explain that sometimes it just pops right up, and the best thing to do is leave it alone. There were some finer points that I couldn’t quite hear, but the whole conversation seemed to have a ‘technical’ quality to it - which made me smile even more - like a really surreal episode of Bill Nye the Science Guy!
I feel a little better now, because after they were done with their discussion, I heard Derek ask Jack if he had any other questions. And Jack said, Yeah, how come Hulk isn’t as strong as Superman?
There’s my baby boy! For now...
