The penis. With two and a half years old and and six months old boys our world pretty much revolves around it. We talk about it, we touch it, we tug on it, we pee with it, we look at it, and we compare it.
Wyatt has recently found his and I'm grateful for that. It means he will lie on the bed quietly for a few minutes. He holds it, he pulls it, tugs it, twists it, and tries to get it in his mouth. Alas, it won't reach. It's like a little beacon...off goes the diaper and no matter what Wyatt is looking at or doing, one hand immediately shoots down to his penis. It's quite a sight to see.
Carter is at a whole new level with his penis. Now that we are potty learning, we see it a lot more. And familiarization hasn't worn our admiration down any. Carter has started to compare his penis to that of others. Granted, he doesn't see many. In fact, he's only seen three. His papa's, his brother's, and the horse's penis.
After studying Wyatt's closely: Wyatt has a teeeeny tiiiinnny penis. Carter has a BIIIIGGGG penis.
After studying papa's somewhat surreptitiously: Papa has a BIG penis. Carter has a little penis.
After studying the horse's penis: Wanna touch it? (Okay.) It's black? (Yup, his skin is black, so his penis is black.) It's a little bit pink? (That's where he goes pee.) Wanna touch it again? (Okay.) Concerto has a REALLY BIGGGGGG penis. Carter has a teeeeny tiiiinnnny penis. (He will no doubt find himself in therapy over this in a few years!)
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