Sooo Mister Man is in time out at the moment. Not really, but just in my mind. There are some things that small children do in public that well… I just wish they wouldn’t. Little Miss’s incident yesterday is another case in point. Maybe both wee ones go into timeout until they’re thirty.
Soooo just before bathtime tonight, Mister Man walks out of the bathroom lacking clothes. He’s also repeatedly squeezing his te$tlcle$. It doesn’t appear to be causing him any pain, but the sight of it definitely throws me for a loop.
I ask him what he’s doing, and he looks at me with completely innocence.
You know what, Mommy? I can really tell that I have to go potty badly.
Oh? I inquire with an arched eyebrow, trying to quickly figure out what his grubby little hand is doing and why.
Yep. I can feel how full my kidneys are. When I squeeze them I can feel all the pee in them. I really have to go badly.
I lost it at that point. I collapsed on the floor, dying of laughter. Between gasps, I tried to explain that your kidneys are on your back under your ribs. He didn’t believe me. I tried to explain how there are tubes that go from your kidneys to the appropriate place.
And that he is definitely not squeezing his kidneys. And that it has nothing to do with having to go to the bathroom. He now knows the medically appropriate name for that portion of his anatomy.
I’ll leave the information about how and when they do fill up to Daddy.
I really do wonder where they get these things. But in the meantime, I’m locking them up until I can safely loose them upon the public without worrying about being mortified by what may or may not come out of their mouths.