A conversation this morning while Charlie was using the potty (because YES! he's decided to use the potty all the time now (except when he has to poo, we won't go there right now)):
Charlie: Annie doesn't have a penis.
Me: No...she doesn't.
Charlie: She's too little.
Me: Deciding to let it go. He seems fine with that reasoning so why mess with it.
But wait, there's more. Last week the kids stayed the night with Grandma Cheryl and she relayed the following to me:
Cheryl: quietly changing Annie's diaper
Charlie: Gramma, did Annie get poop on her penis?
Cheryl: Thinking, thinking how to appropriately answer an almost 3 year old...
Charlie: coming over to look for himself...Gramma! Where's Annie's penis?!
And that officially marks the day that Charlie discovered why we call Annie a girl and him a boy.
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