( Noah and his cake. He wanted DJ Lance Rock, but I am not that talented!)
Sunday evening we had a little get-together for Noah's birthday. Grandparents, cousins, a couple aunts and uncles. During the melee of having so many people in our home, Noah runs in the kitchen and in his loudest voice asks, "Does Grandma have a weiner?"
So, here's the dilemma. Do I scold him for saying that word (which I've been trying to keep him from saying) or do I answer what, for him, is a serious question? He's that age, you know, where he's curious about these things. I mean, would it have been better if he'd asked if Grandma had a penis? Definitely not, because when I grew up, I thought that was a swear word and I'm sure I've never, ever heard my mom say it.
I told him not to say that word.
"Well, does she?"
I'm very grateful that I have the family I do. No one was fazed by it. We all just went on with our evening, eating Yo Gabba cake and talking. Endlessly talking. My friend asked me once what my sister and I did when I went over to her house.
Um. I had to think a minute.
"We talk. Mostly."
Maybe for other people that's weird. I don't know. My husbands family tries, but their 'talking' leans toward the arguing side. Not mad arguing, just, sort of, 'I know more than you and I'll prove it' arguing.
(The kids-not as interested in talking.)
Isn't it great that families are different? I mean, if my husband's family was exactly like mine, it'd be, well, weird. If they talked as much as we talk, I'd probably lose my voice, or my mind.
Here's a question- do you teach your kids the correct name for body parts? How does that work for you?