Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I Think I Liked Poo Better

Remember how fixated we all were on poo not that long ago? I'm a little nervous we've found a new focus for our prurient inclinations, and I'm hoping it doesn't stick around as long as the poo did. So to speak. George is singing. "Yankee Doodle went to town, A riding on his pony. Stuck his penis in his hat, And called it macaroni!" To which Darcy responds: "Stick your penis up your NOSE!" BWAH-hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! And thus begins the life-long fascination...


Blogger Simon Peter said...

I'm with you on this one Mary. Bring back the poo! There's far less trouble you can get in with poo.

1/18/2006 10:12:00 a.m.  
Blogger Matthew said...

Well, for their sake, hopefully someday they'll figure out better places to stick their penises.

(Just keep them away from my daughter)

1/18/2006 10:49:00 a.m.  
Blogger McSwain said...

What's scary is the moms here in Stepford would probably freak out and take their kids to therapy after that little exchange!

1/18/2006 12:11:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Simon: Too right you are! I think I'll have to put this notion to their parents, who will get a huge laugh out of it, I'm sure.

Matthew: I'm sure they will. (How he imagined he could stick it up his own nose is beyond me.) Keep them from your daughter? I dunno, Matthew: a couple of them will probably make fine husband material one day!

Cheryl: So what I'm hearing is this: Take a woman with no sense of humour, severely impaired common sense, no idea of normal child development - but a TON of money, give her a child, and you have a Stepford Mommy! (Am I right?)

1/18/2006 01:11:00 p.m.  
Blogger kimmyk said...


I gotta admit while they are quite funny (the children and penises) I think I like the poo stories better-especially in public.

Nice of Darcy to tell George to stick it up his nose.

1/18/2006 01:45:00 p.m.  
Blogger Susan said...

There's a part of me that really REALLY wants to teach the boys to sing that song . . .

But there's another part of me that wants them NOT to be expelled from school. Sigh.

1/18/2006 04:24:00 p.m.  
Blogger Jenorama said...

Ha! I've never heard that version of it...

1/18/2006 04:42:00 p.m.  
Blogger McSwain said...

You're right, Mary. And then there are the Stepford Teachers who would call Social Services because, I mean, wherever would a child get such an idea if he/she was not being molested? Don't think I'm kidding.

Here in Stepford, kids can't even take chapstick to school. Because it's a drug. I'm serious.

1/18/2006 05:19:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Kimmyk: Despite the title, I found this exchange rather sweet. They're just beginning to understand that it's not something talked about in certain circumstances, which makes it a wee bit naughty, but they have no idea why. It's indicative of their innocence - lil cuties that they are.

Susan: I was going to respond with "Oh, come now: children aren't expelled for potty talk" and then I read Cheryl's comment. Hmmm...

Jen: You and Susan should teach your boys. 'Course, then you'd all have to home-school together, but Hey!, that'd be fun, right??

Cheryl: Ummm, don't they know that the boys KNOW they have a penis? And that it's good for them to have the correct terms for their genitalia, as a protection against abuse?

And how sick and twisted is that, to sexualize children in such a way! Sexualizing them, attributing grown-up awareness and motivations to the entirely normal, HEALTHY sexual development of a toddler is every bit as sick as the mindset that leads a different person to abuse them.


1/18/2006 05:40:00 p.m.  
Blogger L. said...

And here all this time I thought the proper clinical word for the male genetalia was, "wee wee," winky" or "chin-chin."

1/18/2006 08:55:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Chin-chin? That's a new one on me! The parents of my tots, bless their generally well-educated hearts, tend to give them the proper words for things. Very few wee-wees and pee-pees in the lot, though there was one who called his his "beebeedoo". (But that was a family joke!)

1/18/2006 09:11:00 p.m.  
Blogger Andie D. said...

Hi Mary,

I've been offline for a couple of days and am just now catching up!

Too funny! I too believe in teaching my kids the correct names for body parts.

The best was when I found my son on the toilet fondling his testicles. "Mommy", he said, "I have two balls in my scrotum."

I couldn't help it. I turned red from the effort of not laughing. I am proud that I was able to calmly say something to the effect of "Yes honey, they are called testicles."

Ben refered to them as tentacles for months afterwards, so perhaps I should work on my diction.

1/18/2006 10:32:00 p.m.  
Blogger Queen Bee said...

So much for little boys' language. Does say a thing or two about men's language, ya?

(Btw, you are being tagged. Please check my blog for more information.)

1/19/2006 03:52:00 a.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

AndieD: Guess it's hard to enunciate clearly when you're choking with laughter...

QueenBee: Boys and their toys. Girls' stuff is so discreet and neatly packaged, it generally takes them way longer to find it - some never find the good stuff, sad as that may seem...

I'll go check your blog now. I haven't been keeping up well with my reading this week, since I can't sit. I've discoverd I can blog while laying on my belly on the floor with a hot pack on my back - and the position is one of the "exercises" prescribed by the physio! Too bad it's not comfortable for long stretches.

1/19/2006 08:40:00 a.m.  
Blogger Queen Bee said...

"while laying on my belly on the floor with a hot pack on my back" Ya, it can be quite taxing if you maintain that position long. I can't hold out too in that position.

Hope your back recovers soon!

1/20/2006 12:50:00 a.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Thank you. So do I!

1/20/2006 08:12:00 a.m.  
Blogger Granny said...

I can always count on you to lighten the weary load.

Takes me back to E.T. and one of the boys calling the other penis breath.

1/21/2006 12:52:00 a.m.  

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