“Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies,” is what my paternal grandfather used to say if we took on the mouth breather type facial expression. You know… the shock followed by the dropped jaw? And since I dropped the P bomb, I figure… there are some jaws that need picking up. So, close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.
Can we talk about this?
My son is learning new words at lightening speed. He’s forming sentences and noticing the difference between present and past tense. He’s also noticing… eh hem… his penis. I don’t usually say anything. He hasn’t asked. But the day will come when he notices and wants to know what’s in his shorts. Confession: I’ve felt funny the few times I’ve said, “wash your bottom” and used the words, “penis too.”
Why is this so hard to say?
Why is the spirit of our land such that we have to make up silly names for body parts?
What are we teaching our kids early on about body image? Is it really THAT bad to say the word penis or vagina?
I mean, how creepy would it be if you needed to visit a urologist and he said, let me see your tally waker?
Just curious. Why can’t we just call it like it is?
SO you know, we are penis and vagina people.
I like to call a spade a spade and a penis… well, you already know.