The Things They Say
(written June 18, 2006)
I'm standing in the kitchen having a perfectly lovely phone conversation. Then, it starts. I hear crying from the kids' room. I didn't even have time to hang up the phone, when my three-year-old daughter comes running in, tears running down her cheeks and screaming something unintelligible.
I ask her to calm down because I don't understand anything coming out of her mouth. I then get "I hurt my. . ." I still didn't quite understand the last word. Finally, "I hurt my penis!"
"You hurt your penis?" I ask. "YEEEEESS!" comes the pained wail.
At this point, I had to turn away so that I could laugh. It is bad enough that she was in pain, I didn't want to laugh in her face. What is a mother to do? When I could control myself, I asked her where it hurt. She pointed to her butt, repeating that she hurt her penis.
I explained "Honey, that's your bum." The cry stopped. "Oh," she says, and runs away to play.
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