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:<\/p>\n
“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.”<\/p>\n
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:<\/p>\n
“You do weewee sitting down?”
\n“Yes”
\n“Why?”
\n“Why not?”
\n“You use willy?”
\n“Yes”
\n“Daddy got big willy?”
\n“Er … no … er not particularly”
\n“Daddy got small willy?”
\n“Er … let’s get you back to the seat.”<\/p>\n
I opened the door and we bumped into a stewardess. Little S looked up at her:<\/p>\n
“My Daddy got LITTLE willy”.<\/p>\n
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