(Caution – this post has the word weenie in it. More than once – in fact, a lot. Kind of like my life these days).
SB has discovered his weenie, and I guess this is how things will be for the rest of his life. First off, I have to admit that I’m pretty impressed with what the weenie can handle, what with the tugging, pulling, twisting, and occasional bath toy run over it. Who knew?
Then there’s the never ending discussions. We talk about who has weenies, who doesn’t, why, and I have to say SB looks pretty disappointed that his dog/mama/stuffed panda/fire truck/the lady at the grocery store doesn’t have one. It’s like there’s a random weenie survey constantly going through his mind, and the questions can start anytime, without warning – in line at Whole Foods the other day, he pointed at the (female cashier) and said, “Mama, she have a weenie?” I explained that no, she doesn’t (low and mumbled under my breath while madly fumbling for my credit card and wondering which store we haven’t humiliated ourselves in lately or maybe I can just buy everything online and never leave the house again and be THAT lady on the street that all the kids avoid even at Halloween – AARGH!!), and SB gave her a look of profound pity. Poor weenie-less cashier lady.
He also likes to say the word weenie, especially now that I’ve told him it’s really not a word to use while we’re out and about. At home, all bets are off – between the weenie and poo-poo talk, we’re not really in high demand at parties these days, but when we’re OUT IN PUBLIC AROUND NORMAL PEOPLE, we need to cut out the incessant weenie/poo-poo chats.
So of course he talks about it even more. If I ask a question and he either doesn’t want to answer or doesn’t know, he says, “weenie-poo-poo”. Secretly I have to give him bonus points for combining the two Forbidden In Public words, but I pretend to be upset. When I decide to join the working world again, I’ll have to remember this approach on conference calls when I’m stumped, but for now I believe the hermit/online shopping scheme might be the better way to go.
And again I ask…and what's the difference between SB's obsession with his weenie and BB's
It's a guy thing…you guys all have it! :o)
… and with my SB, the weenie talk has moved to the visual. The bathroom door will open and a little face appears peering around from behind me. It was a bit disconcerting the first time but I guess it's how they learn. I'm hoping the novelty wears off soon. MJ
welcome to my world! LOL!
We have no privacy anymore, in fact SB's giving out stickers if we use the potty now. This too shall pass, right?