Scene: Last night, Jay and I are doing dishes:
Soleil yells from down the hallway "I’m PREGNANT!"
Luna "YEAH! YOU’RE HAVING A BABY LION"
Jay "I really am NOT ready to hear this!"
Soleil walks in the kitchen with Simba (from the Lion King) stuck under her shirt. "I’m not really pregnant."
Good to know, girl…good to know
While away, Soleil proceeded to avoid panties. I explained that now that we are 5, we need to keep our vulvas private, especially from boys and men. "Why, mom? Is it because they want a vulva too? But they have a penis. And penises are POWERFUL! They squirt pee!"
Great. She’s already getting the power plays in the sexually charged world.
When asked where Daddy was Luna replied "Probably the potty. Daddy has a stomach sick and he poops alot. We have to give him privacy." I guess that’s a good way to describe Crohn’s…
Thanks for the laugh N. I so needed that! By far, the funniest post I’ve read in a long time. When R. goes potty, Siya runs after him with reading material to keep him company: his iPhone, a scrap of paper, LL Bean catalog, whatever her teeny hands can handle.