Tobes and I rolled out of bed and headed for the loo. We usually start the day by going to the bathroom together. It's the one time each day I can guarantee that Tobes will use his potty.
So, there we were sitting facing each other and trying to wake up when Toby said, 'Mommy, why don't you just stand up to wee wee like Daddy does?'
So began one of the first, of what wil be many, conversations about the differences between boys and girls. At the end of it Toby summed up with, 'Poor Mommy doesn't have a willy. Are you OK?'
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oh dear... have they gotten that old? that's sort of like mary catherine telling the world that she has nipples. lovely.
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