“Where is your nose?” I asked Daniel while giving him a bath.
He put his finger on the tip of his nose. “Nose.” He told me.
“Where is your tummy?”
“Tummy,” He said, putting both hands on it.
“Where is your leg?” I asked him.
“Leg,” he told me as he grabbed his penis.
“That is definitely not your leg, Bud.” I said as I stifled my giggles. “That is your penis.”
“PENIS!” He told me with glee. “Penis!”
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This from the girl who as a teenager called those sorts of parts things like woo-hoo?
Yes, well, my friend who works for DoCs (our equivalent of CPS) said that it’s very important to teach them the accurate names for their bits because if someone tries to molest them, they can tell authorities exactly where the person tried to touch them. Using their proper names makes convicting dirtbags much easier. If the child were to call it a woo-hoo, the court could argue that woo-hoo could mean anything.
Rather intelligent little fellow…
He sure is!
I’ve been singing, “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes” to my son for months. Not only does he know those parts but now he has moved onto chin, belly button, and hair.