Today at the park Carter wanted to swing in the baby swing (of course after Everett and Mommy were having so much fun). I was pushing him really hard and he slid forward and yelled, "My penis, no, my bottom hurts!"... now that he doesn't have diapers to pad the manly area, he's out of luck on those swings!
I did what seemed natural (I know, you should be scared!). I gave him an anatomy lesson... "Well, son, I think what hurts is your testicles... can you say testicles?" He repeats "tesstesscles" (cute). Yes, those are under your penis and they are very sensitive. You have to be careful when playing, because like the swing, if you hit them, they hurt really bad. I then reminded him of his first-ever male-part injury! Last night Daddy and Carter were building a fort on the couch. Jason threw a pillow at him and it bounced up and hit his testies... HE SCREAMED. Rightfully so. Poor Jason had the compassion, as expected (in more ways than one!). I said, "remember when Daddy accidentally hit you with the pillow last night?". He replied, "yes, on Carter's tesstsscles!"
Then as he was doing his last potty break before nap time, he looks down and says, "Hey, there they are, right under Carter's penis! My..... hmmmn.... tessstiples". So funny.
And for the other boy... he has found his goods. Every diaper change results in giggly grabbing... Add carrot and squash poop to that and it's a mess. Boys, sigh.
