We are a pretty modest family.
Okay, I am having a hard time typing that with a straight face. Because if you have ever knocked on my front door, there is a 4 out of five chance that you have been greeted by someone in varying degrees of nakedness.
Although, at least with me the nudity is unintentional...that stupid glass front door makes streaking from the bedroom to the laundry room in search of a clean shirt risky!
A more honest statement is that we have a pretty modest daddy. The rule is our house is that while mommy gets no privacy at any time, daddy gets absolute privacy all the time.
Libby hasn't seen daddy au natural since she was about 15 months old. She got herself banished from our bathroom after trying to make a grab for the goods as daddy dried off after his shower one morning. (And totally freaked daddy out in the process! haha!) Emma Jane has never seen daddy naked, so up until the arrival of John my girls were totally clueless that there were any differences between boys and girls.
I was fully expecting all kinds of curious questions about what was under John's diaper, but for the longest time...nothing. Then one day when John was about 8 months old, Libby walked into the bathroom while I was bathing him and, after sitting quietly for a few minutes, she finally asked a question that probably been bothering her for a while:
"Mommy, what is...what's that thing...right there on John's leg?"
"That is his penis." I replied.
Thankfully, that was enough of an answer for a 4-year-old.
But I should have known that while she didn't ask any more questions, my introspective daughter had not forgotten about the...thing!
So a few days ago, Brad comes into the kitchen while I am fixing dinner and says, "So the girls and I just had an interesting conversation."
When Brad came home from work, he went to change out of his work clothes like always. And like always, Shadow 1 and Shadow 2 followed him. As he was changing Libby says, very serious like, "Daddy, you know that bumpy thing in your underwear? (except that I think she said panties) It makes it look like you pooped in your pants."
I, of course, burst out laughing. But Brad interrupts and says, "Oh no. That is not the best part."
Apparently, when Emma Jane heard that comment, she started dancing around the room, chanting "Daddy pooped his pa-ants. Daddy pooped his pa-ants!"
So is it just me, or is anyone else afraid that Emma Jane is going to grow up to be a school yard bully?