Tag, you're it
Jack is pretty into clothing these days. When I come into his room in the morning, he yells, "Shirt!" and then, "Pants!" and I have to acknowledge that yes, I am wearing a shirt and pants. He likes to help put his own clothes on and take them off as well.
He's also really into tags, and tends to show any tags on the outside of his clothes to me several times throughout the day.
So yesterday, he's sitting on the potty and he sticks his hand into the potty and grabs his testic*les and announces, "Tag!" (Editor's Note: I don't need any crazy perverts finding this blog through weird search terms, so I add the asterik. Carry on.)
I'm sorry, what? As I try to look nonchalant, I say, "Nooooo, that's not a tag. That's ... well ... that's just skin. It's not a tag." Later that night in the bathtub, same thing. He looks at me with a smile and says, "Tag?" This time I was ready and told him that no, those were his testic*les. Score one for anatomy lessons and using proper terms!
He, of course, could have cared less and moved on to pouring water over his head and screeching.
As he has an almost compulsive need to rip the tags off of various items, I sure hope he gets this straightened out in his mind very soon.
It's going to be so much easier with a girl, isn't it?
He's also really into tags, and tends to show any tags on the outside of his clothes to me several times throughout the day.
So yesterday, he's sitting on the potty and he sticks his hand into the potty and grabs his testic*les and announces, "Tag!" (Editor's Note: I don't need any crazy perverts finding this blog through weird search terms, so I add the asterik. Carry on.)
I'm sorry, what? As I try to look nonchalant, I say, "Nooooo, that's not a tag. That's ... well ... that's just skin. It's not a tag." Later that night in the bathtub, same thing. He looks at me with a smile and says, "Tag?" This time I was ready and told him that no, those were his testic*les. Score one for anatomy lessons and using proper terms!
He, of course, could have cared less and moved on to pouring water over his head and screeching.
As he has an almost compulsive need to rip the tags off of various items, I sure hope he gets this straightened out in his mind very soon.
It's going to be so much easier with a girl, isn't it?
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posted by Amy at
9:07 PM
4 Comments:
That is hysterical. Thanks, I needed that tonight.
Obsessed with them already, and only age 2...
nope, my 3 year-old girl knows (b/c she has asked) the terms for every single part of her outer female anatomy!
hmm, well, I guess on the plus side he'll probably stop trying to rip off his tags on his clothes as soon as he tries to rip of his "tags"...
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