Ummm....

I can't recall if I've mentioned this on our blog before or not, but Ellie has been really fighting us on wanting to stand up to pee (wanting to be just like Jack). Apparently so much so that Eric finally sat her down the other night and tried to explain the phenomenon of girls and boys having different "parts," and that because her "part" is different she has to SIT on the potty to go pee-pee. Not knowing this, it took me FOREVER to figure out what she was saying the other night while she was going potty, but I finally realized she was saying the V word. (I am not uncomfortable with these words but my friend Kim will pass out for all eternity if she reads those words so I will refrain. For Kim's sake. If she still reads my blog. Does anyone still read my blog? I digress.)

The thing is, the V word came out of Ellie's mouth sounding like "Jonah," which just so happens to be Jack's favorite Veggie Tales movie. So he overheard us talking about what SOUNDED like "Jonah" and came running into the bathroom to see what we were talking about. So then I'm standing there wondering how far to go with this discussion, when Jack starts to point to himself, down there, and saying what sounded like, "Jonah." I just couldn't help myself.

Me: "No honey, you don't have a V. You have a P."

Ellie: "Jack no Jonah. Jack have PEE-nisp."

Jack: "No, no! I have Jonah, too! Mommy, mommy, look, I have Jonah, too!"

Me: "No sweetie...girls like Mommy and Samantha and Ellie are different from boys like you and Daddy. God made us different, isn't that cool?"

Ellie: "Yeah."

Jack: "NOOOO!"

Awkward silence.

Jack: (pulls down pants and looks between his legs) "LOOK!!! My JONAH!!!!"

I laughed so hard that I think he got upset and I felt like the worst mother ever. Then I found myself uttering words I never dreamed of to my three-year-old son,

Me: "Okay, honey. You have a V too."

Jack: (through tears) "Thank you really much, Mommy."

I have no idea if I did the right thing or the wrong thing, but man...I had to get this one down on paper! (I mean, on a server somewhere?)

So far I don't have the best track record with these discussions...it will be interesting (terrifying?) to see how I do when the "How can I be part of you and part of daddy" questions come 'round. Yikes.

Durbin Family Check-In

SAMANTHA: practically perfect in every way; now has two roommates under the age of four that she's learning to sleep with.
ELLIE: pink eye, pink eye, and more pink eye; top molars coming in.
JACK: pink eye and sinus infection, missed school all week.
ANNIKA: emergency root canal on Tuesday; Unwilling Administrator of pink eye medicine; exhausted mother.
ERIC: missed two mornings of work for poor wife with toothache; Body Holder for pink eye medicine distribution; has somehow avoided getting neither a cold NOR an infected tooth (despite his lack of flossing, which really annoys wife).

Happy Wednesday from the Durbins!