Kade and Liv had a discussion about private parts during bathtime last night. I think it might be time to separate them, which means more work for me and more work for our hopeless hot water tank…frankly, I don’t think either of us can handle it right now.
Kade: “Don’t touch that. It’s my penis and it’s private.”
Me: “Liv Ellen. Hands to yourself.”
Liv: “Where’s mine?”
Kade: “You don’t have a penis. You have a vagina.”
Liv: “Ha ha ha. I have a bagina.”
They proceed to go about their splashing, giggling business until…
Kade: Leans in with his mouth open and says “Liv can I give you one true love’s kiss?”
Me: “For pete’s sake, Kade. Get off of your sister!” (Wondering if I should worry about his obvious attempt at open-mouthed kissing)
Liv: “Mama. What’s my private called again?”
Me: “A vagina.”
Liv: Singing…”bagina, bagina, bagina.”
Me: Sigh.
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This has me laughing so hard, tears are streaming down my face. Love this post, E.
This is hilarious! You MUST keep writing little stories like this , collect them, and publish a book. I will be smiling about this post ALL day. Gabe loved it too!
Erica,
I simply love reading your blog! The stories about your kids make me laugh out loud! Love it!