I’ve come to terms with the reality that nothing sends adrenaline and cortisol rushing through my arteries quicker than Kai giving me “the look” and saying, “I have to go poo-poo!”.
So a lot of time in the bathroom means, a lot of … 3 year old questions:
- “Why does the water go down then up?”
- “How many Mom’s are there? “ (we have sweet 1960s three way mirrors at the sink)
- “Does daddy have to go potty?”
And then,
-“Momma, did you break your penis?”
This comment was made following a desperate search for it, then a conversation we’ve already had about the anatomical difference between boys and girls. But he’s 3. All he knows is that in the House of Q, if you don’t have a penis ... something’s wrong with you!
There was no witty response on my end, all Kai got was a defeated Mom saying, “No, I didn’t break my penis, I don’t have one” (complete with background giggles from Jeff who’s downstairs).
So Happy Valentines Day to me… I was surrounded by the Q boys and spent my day hand washing, disinfecting and bleaching clothes! Excellent!