“Mommy not having a penis.”
“I know, Pickle.” I begin... again... for the ump-teenth time this evening, wishing I had locked the door to the bathroom when we got home earlier.
“Mommy doesn’t have a penis.” I echo.
“Daddy having a penis," he says, eyes wide, with a very serious look on his face.
I nod.
“Isaiah having a penis.”
I nod again.
“Mommy not having a penis,” he says, shaking his head back and forth with a sense of disappointed finality.
“That’s right.” I conclude. Baby boy turns back to his toys. Satisfied. For now...
I think I had a similar conversation with the spouse when we met.
Boys.
... and to think, I am having another one.
5 comments:
So cute! Maybe you can give me some advice if I have a little boy someday. :)
Congratulations!! Now you'll be outnumbered by the penis possessors lol!
I am waiting for this day to come! LOL. Chase is already super curious about my big pregnant stomach, navel, and breasts.... so I know its only a matter of time! :-)
Aww, congrats! Boys are something else, aren't they? :)
aww, that's too cute!
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