Thinking back to when I was pregnant with Avery, I remember our online FTMs group having an in depth discussion about what we called our “nether regions” and the convo continuing on to what we would call our children’s genitals. (Take that search terms!)
My MIL and I have a disagreement. She taught Avery very young that she has a vagina (ST – there’s another buzz word for ya) and I was opposed to that. The last thing I wanted was my 2 year old running around talking about her VAGINA. Luckily Avery didn’t catch on. Instead Hubby and I started calling them her “parts”. In the bath, I’d tell her to “stand up for parts” and the mission was accomplished.
Shannie can appreciate the memory of this conversation. Her and Mister had the Front Fanny and Back Fanny. Works for them.
Last night Avery threw me a curve ball. As she was taking a bath, and I was putting laundry away, she asked me what boys have. Here’s how it went down…
Avery: Mom, what do boys have?
Me: What do you mean? (Knowing full well where this was headed. If I had a security camera in my hallway, you would have seen my deer-in-headlights impression)
A: On their bottoms.
M: What do you think it’s called?
A: I don’t know.
M: (trying to think quickly…what do I do? Shit. Think. Think. Think.) Well honey, they have boy parts just like you have girl parts.
Whew! Dodged that bullet. Totally something I would have let Hubby handle, had he been home. When I recounted the conversation for him later, before I told him what I told her, he said “Boy Parts”.
We’re on the same page.
And I know we are going to have to cross this bridge when baby brother comes home. But I have months to plan and dissect that encounter. This was off the cuff and I think I handled it pretty well.