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Anatomy and Bodily Functions

Conversation at our house is not necessarily for the polite, outside society. My sons and I have necessary conversations regarding anatomy and function. When my husband and I contemplated how we would teach our children about their body parts, we agreed to use the proper name for them. We do not cringe nor get embarrassed by calling those parts by their names. Others do, and for you, I shall refrain.

One of the conversations from yesterday:

9 year old boy: Mom, I think my briefs are giving me a rash on my p****. I'm going to go change into my boxers. (A few minutes later) Ah! I feel much better!

Conversation from today:

I yell from the bathroom where I have sat down to do whatever I am doing. I come out.

"Son, you have GOT to lift up the toilet seat when you go the the bathroom!"

Before I had children, I thought that all discussions would be relegated to the proper parent; girls to me, boys to Dad. I now see that 90% of those discussions fall on my shoulders.

Although the words don't embarrass me, the context often makes me giggle.

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  1. I feel you.
    My little guy has been known to fall asleep while chanting, "I have a p****!"

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