Little S has recently put in a lot of thought into pondering the differences between boys and girls. She will sidle up to me and say:
“Daddy, you going weewee? You use your willy? You weewee standing up? You got willy and a bumbum? My baby [her doll] has willy and a bumbum.”
It is hard not to be disconcerted. On our flight to Aberdeen last week, she announced she needed the loo. I did too. As she washed her hands, I dropped my trousers and sat down as fast as I could. I was confident I’d got into position faster than her head had turned. The questioning started:
“You do weewee sitting down?”
“Yes”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“You use willy?”
“Yes”
“Daddy got big willy?”
“Er … no … er not particularly”
“Daddy got small willy?”
“Er … let’s get you back to the seat.”
I opened the door and we bumped into a stewardess. Little S looked up at her:
“My Daddy got LITTLE willy”.
Latte snorted onto the monitor. Again.
Oh to have seen the stewardess’s face ….
Noooooo! Ha ha ha! and now we all know, too 😉
Sensible for you to sit down! My daughter after observing her dad doing it standing now kind of straddles the seat and ‘pees like a man’ – apart from one thing she doesn’t get any on the floor!
My son once comforted me by assuring me he would make me a willy since I wasn’t born with one! At least this was in the privacy of our home, though.
OK, I think I am beginning to see why O2 may have been confused.
oh dear, oh dear!