So I guess you are not supposed to give pet names to genitals when teaching your kids about their body.  Apparently if you do that, your kid will think their fuzzy wuzzies or wingy dings are something to be embarrassed about.  The American Academy of Pediatrics even says: “It is important to teach your child the proper names for body parts. Making up names for body parts may give the idea that there is something bad about the proper name.”

Until recently, The Munch didn’t ask about that region, so I didn’t bring it up.  Maybe that was kind of puritan of me, but I look cute in a bonnet.  Then one day we were at the park, I was pushing her on the swing, and out of know where she pointed to her crotch and asked, “What is this Mamma? This part right here?”

I looked at the ten-year old boy next to us, blushed profusely, and whispered, “That’s your vagina!”

Munch: No its not!!!! That is my bum in the front!”

Later when she was taking a shower this is what she told me, and I think it pretty much sums up anatomy.

Munch: Boys have tails Mamma.  But I don’t have a tail! I only have a little tiny teeny tail.  And Mamma, you have a peanut butter sandwich.  And sometimes it has hair on it! But mine doesn’t have hair!”

Yeah so that happened….

(Something about the oddness of this picture made sense for this blog post.  First of all, why am I eating out of a mug, and what the hell am I eating that would provoke such a face?  Second of all, the concerned yet disturbed expression on Munch is pretty priceless.  This just about sums up how I feel about having a “peanut butter sandwich” ).