I always have interesting conversations when I’m getting the wee ones ready for bed. For some reason, some of the best ones occur when Mister Man is going potty.
Mister Man: Mom, is my penis sticky right here?
Me: (praying he’s not going to ask me to check) I don’t know, is it?
Mister Man: Yes. Why is it sticky?
Me: (smothering a giggle and remembering that he’s only 4) Well, you did a lot of running and biking today, didn’t you?
Mister Man: Yeah….
Me: So maybe it just got a little sweaty.
Mister Man: OH! And that made it sticky?
Me: I would have to assume so, Sweetie. Oh, and Mister Man, maybe you should wash with soap tonight when you take your shower.
I’ll spare you my husband’s commentary on the conversation.
I really hope – when these kinds of questions come up with my oh so inquisitive wee ones – that I’m handling them in a way that won’t damage them down the line. Why couldn’t I end up with one of the children who is satisfied with the first answer given? Why do I have two children who “why” everything until I have no more answers?
At least they never stop cracking me up!