“Dad, what’re those things next to your peanut?”
“And they make babies?”
“They help make babies.”
“I don’t have testicles.”
“I have a vagina.”
We’ve gathered in the bedroom before school, hanging out with Hal as he gets dressed, and I’ve just learned that my daughter has changed “penis” into “peanut.” This is how nicknames develop, I think to myself.
The 3 year old continues her line of questioning.
“What’s that for?” she asks, pointing at the flap in Hal’s undies.
I answer. “That’s a pocket for his peanuts.”
She corrects me. “Peanut, not peanuts. There’s only one.” Ah, how silly of me. I’m hoping we can continue this conversation for a long time. We’re about to head to the gym, and the babysitters love it when children talk about anatomical parts. ‘Course, they probably won’t get the whole “peanut” thing, but she says “vagina” so you can’t mistake it. I’ve found that most people get fidgety and walk away when someone says that word, so I teach it to my kids as early as possible. I also allow them to talk about it wherever they want (not that I could stop them, anyway) because I enjoy the looks we get at the grocery store, church, after picking them up from playdates…