June 19, 2009 by Shannon
I hadn’t really made up my mind on how I wanted to handle the issue of referencing “private parts” with my son. Turns out, my husband made the decision for me.
Apparently, the question came up a few months back. Kellan asked his daddy about the word for boy parts, and Michael cut right to the chase. When I found out about this discussion, I thought well, I guess I don’t have to worry about how I would approach the question. The cat was out of the bag, so to speak.
Now, I’ve come to wish that Michael went with a “that’s your pee pee” sort of explanation. There’s just something weird about hearing a two-year-old use the “P” word. And it gets downright disconcerting when a toddler uses it over and over and over.
This week, Kellan insisted on “helping” me fold laundry. He reached into the basket, pulled out a pair of Michael’s underwear, and informed me that the hole was for daddy’s penis.
All I could really muster was, “Uhh, yeah.”
Yesterday, a children’s song about the planets came on TV. The chorus listed all of them, and guess what happened when the singer got to Venus? Kellan parroted the song right back to the TV, substituting “Venus” with “penis.” Then he abandoned all pretense of singing, and spent several minutes saying, “Penis, penis, penis, penis.”
Now I’m no parenting expert, but I know it’s probably wise not to give a toddler attention when they’re saying something you don’t want them to say. That would send the offending word into heavy rotation. So I did what any responsible parent would do. I contained my giggles and slight embarrassment, got online…and told everyone I know.
Of course, he could have said a lot worse. And I’m betting he will in time. But I’m pretty sure we’ll be in good company at the Parents of the Year awards.