Another glorious aspect of motherhhood is our lack of privacy and the fact that, for most moms, any sense of modesty goes right out the window. Case in point: this morning, when my 2-year-old daughter, wise beyond her years and always curious about the world around her, accompanied me to the bathroom. The conversation went a little like this:
Baby Girl: (Sticking her hand down my shirt). Mommy's boobies!!
Me: Yes, those are mommy's boobies.
Baby Girl: One, Two. Two boobies!
Me: Yep, I have two.
Baby Girl: (Looking down and noticing my shiny, happy hoo-ha) Mommy, you have hair on your bum!
Me: Yes, I do. (while sitting on the toilet, trying to keep my daughter's hands out of my crotch.)
Baby Girl: You have hair down THERE???
Me: Yes, baby, mommies have hair down there. Well, some mommies do.
Baby Girl: Can we brush it?
Me: (Now fidgeting uncomfortably on the toilet, just waiting for her to snatch a handful). No honey bun, we don't brush it.
Baby Girl: OH-MY-GOODNESS.
Me: Yes, and when you get to be a big lady like mommy, you will have hair down there too. It happens when you get older. OK?
Baby Girl: Yep.
Me: Any other questions?
Baby Girl: Yes.
Me: What is it baby? (Now getting a little weary and just wanting to get out of the g-darn bathroom)
Baby Girl: Can I have an apple?
So that was it. My first anatomy discussion with my daughter. I hadn't anticipated it to be this early on in her life, but I have a feeling it is only one of many more to come before I am fully prepared.
I am having hot flashes just thinking about it.
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