We've been cracking down on "potty talk" in our house lately. Not easy when you have a seven year old boy in the house. My kids know I won't tolerate talk about poop, butts, farts, pee, you name it.
On the way home today with just Lia and I in the car, Lia broaches a sensitive subject.
Lia: "Mommy, I need to tell you something but it's bad."
Me: "Ok, is it a real story or make believe?"
Lia: "It's a real story, something that happened today. But I better not talk about it."
Me: "Lia, if its something real and you aren't telling it as a joke, then it's okay for you to tell me about it."
Lia: "No, Mommy, I can't tell you, because it's bad. Somebody did something bad today."
(Now I'm thinking, oh boy, what happened, this is concerning!)
Me: "Lia, you can go ahead and tell me about it. You won't be in trouble."
Lia: "No, Mommy. Because it didn't really happen to me. Someone else saw it."
Me: "Yes, Lia. You need to tell me about it."
Lia: "Well I saw somebody's inappropriate parts. But they didn't show ME, Mommy."
Me: "Okay, who was it? You won't be in trouble for telling me, Lia."
Lia: "It was ##### (boy in class). But it wasn't his butt Mommy. But I can't tell you any more. It's bad! I saw it while he was sitting."
Me: "Lia, was it his ### (boy private parts)?"
Lia: "No, Mommy, it was his UNDERWEAR!"
Do you think by the time she's in high school that this will still be the biggest scandal? One can only hope!
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