So a few days ago KJ managed to drop heaping amounts of shreaded cheese from his lunch down his onsie. It of course snaked its way down into his diaper and collected in a yucky mess. During his diaper change I had to wipe and clean thoroughly around some "sensitive areas". He exclaimed "Don't Touch, mama" over and over. So I matter of factly told him "I have to clean the cheese off your penis!" (One of those things you never imagined you'd have to say).
"My Peanuts?" He repeated.
"No, your penis" I corrected him.
But it was already decided in his brain.....(they are) it is now his "peanut."
Break my heart
9 years ago
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, that is hilarious!!!
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