Like most mornings, I woke this morning tangled up between my boys. As we stirred, drifting towards consciousness together, Sebastian said, “Mommy, where are we going today?”
“Nowhere, baby,” I mumbled. He was quiet, and burrowed around a bit. His little feet dug around between my legs, heat-seeking.
“Mommy,” he asked, “What do girls have?” Ah, 3, when every possible moment is a moment to embark on a conversation about the difference between boys and girls. At least this one was taking place in private.
“Girls have a vagina,” I mumbled.
“What do boys have?”
“Boys have a penis.” He was quiet for a bit.
“Yeah, girls have a ‘gina. Just like my story.” My ears perked up. Just like his story?
“What story, baby?”
“Knuffle Bunny!” Now, I don’t know when the last time you read Knuffle Bunny was, but it certainly does NOT have anything to do with human anatomy. Then it came to me. Knuffle Bunny Free, in which Knuffle Bunny is left behind on the plane and heads for…
“Do you mean China, baby?”
This is one for the baby book.