I was prepared for a really emotional day today. Aubrey (4) graduated from preschool (more on that later) but I was in a somber mood when I sat down to check my email this morning. Everyone was dressed and ready for school so I let the girls watch Sponge Bob (who I detest) until time to leave for school. I overheard Aubrey say: I hope he doesn’t have a penis.
*BRAKES SQUEALING! Blank stare*
Me: Aubrey, come here!
Aubrey walks towards me with a little sideways grin, “What?”
Me: Um, what did you say? (We have discussed body parts before this was RANDOM and we’re about to leave for school. I do NOT want to have this conversation with her teacher later!)
Aubrey: (giggling uncontrollably) Heehee, penis.
Me: Do you know what that is?
Aubrey: (actually snorts she’s laughing so hard) Yep, it’s a boy’s coo-coo.
Me: (Sigh, Lawd have mercy on my soul…) That’s right, but it’s private (Hello World Wide Web!) and we don’t talk about it at school.
Aubrey: (STILL snickering) OK Momma.
Dear God, PUH–LEEZ let us get through the last day of school!