It has happened.
IT has happened.
I thought I had at least a couple more years yet. Certainly he'd have to get this idea from someone else. You know, one of those little deviants at daycare. The same ones who keep licking his face. (Well, that's my assumption anyway, that little germ-ridden jerk-children are licking MY child's pure, innocent, germ-free face, otherwise he wouldn't be sick so much... right?)
MY little angel would never think of this. My baby would never.
And then it happened.
Last week, during bathtime...
My 17-month-old son discovered his penis.
He just looked down, saw it, and thought, "huh, wonder what that is."
I can only describe the next five minutes as the period during which I laughed harder than I have in a long time. He poked it, prodded it, squeezed it, tickled it, pulled on it, pushed it in, smushed it, and even cleaned it meticulously with his washcloth. All while staring either directly at it, or absently at the wall, mouth agape, in utter shock at this new toy he never realized was there.
And daddy shook his head while stifling laughter.
And mommy died a little inside.
(But only from oxygen deprivation from hysterical laughter.)
Seriously though, it was stinkin' hilarious. I really did think we'd at least pass his second birthday before he noticed it, but nope.
So yeah, that question's been answered. Y'know, the question of whether they learn to play with it all day or if they come pre-wired that way. Definitely pre-wired.
Is it too early to enroll him in a 12 step program?
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