My 19-month old has been fascinated by his “unit” for some time now. He’s even more fascinated by his brother’s equipment which has forced me to utter words I never imagined I’d have to put together in the same sentence:
“Everyone keep your hands on your own penis!”
The nightly bath and pre-pajama game of penis-grabbing is almost too much for me. I try to deal with it as nonchalantly as possible, but I know if I leave them alone and I hear screaming…that’s what’s going on. For sure, the older one eggs him on, but it seems that I can add penises to Fuzz’s list of obsessions.
When I’m changing his diaper he’ll grab it and and say “pee-pee.” When I cover it up with the diaper, I say:
“Bye-bye penis, see you next time,” and remove his hand.
So then he says “bye-bye pee-pee” too.
Then, he blows it a kiss.
I’m dead serious.
If that isn’t enough, Fuzz recently discovered what I have…or rather what I don’t have.
It was bound to happen. I mean, his eyes are pretty much at crotch-level, now. One day I was walking around in my towel after a shower. He came up to me and opened it up, then walked away.
Then, two seconds later, he came back and checked again.
A toddler version of “Wait, what?” just went through his head.
Then, it became funny. He kept checking, laughing, then walking away, then coming back and repeating the whole thing.
I imagine this is what’s going through his head:
“Where is her penis? Why doesn’t she have one? How sad.”
That last part was added by my husband, FYI…
How goes the body part exploration in your household?