Here we go again

I am quite certain that any mom reading this will agree, when it comes to being a mom there is no subject your kids won't delve into. Some subjects they become obsessed with. And I believe the same moms will agree that when you have children there is no privacy, no modesty, and usually no dignity as well.

That being said, the subject, as you can see from this post, my kids are currently stuck on, is body parts. As men, women know that it's a toss up which head they will use to think with, depending on the situation. But for all of you without sons, let me tell you the camaraderie with their little wee-wees begins as soon as they learn to control their arms.

But this post isn't about W. or T. It's about my little girl. My demonic sweet daughter, R. She's still a little confused about the private part terminology. I guess with two older brothers, who wouldn't be at only three years old.

Yesterday I was sitting on the john. In strolls R., I don't even bother closing the door anymore, because really, what's the point?

"Mommy, I have a penis."

I roll my eyes, here we go again. "No, honey, you don't. Mommy keeps telling you, you have a vagina."

I've read all of the parenting books, I try to use the proper names for their anatomy like all of the shrinks say. And for some reason, I don't know why, I have no problem telling my boys they have a penis but when I tell R. she has a vagina, I cringe every time. Every.single.time.

"Oh. Can I see your penis?"

"Mommy is a girl too, I'm like you, I don't have a penis, I have a vagina." *cringe* I'm thinking I should record this and play it for her while she sleeps at night so I don't have to keep having this conversation.

"Oh. Can I see your bagina?"

"Va-gina. *cringe* And no, it looks just like yours, nothing to see here."

Like a flash, and we know that girl can move, she runs between me on the pot and the bathtub. I get poked in the left cheek by her little finger, what is it with my tush this week?

"Is that your bagina?"

"Va...oh forget it. No, that's my hiney. Now get out of there!" So much for the anatomically correct language.

She comes back around front. I am just about to stand up and again, quick as lightning she practically sticks her head in my crotch.

"Is that your bagina?"

I swear I heard an echo.