Curiosity

Brian's likely going to kill me for this post, but it's pretty funny. Or at least to my sense (or lack of) humor. Not a Facebook funny, a bit more...excuse the pun...private.

For the first time ever I had to call Brian into the bathroom tonight while bathing the kids...for...a question I couldn't answer:

"Mom, what are these balls beneath my penis called?" Calmly, "I think they are called balls, let me check with Dad." With a touch more urgency, "Brian, get in here!"

And what followed was a cautious and entertaining conversation about parts and what they are called. Why do they have multiple names? What names are appropriate? How, when and if ever to touch them? What should they touch? And so on. All without laughing. I spent a large portion of this with my face buried in a towel.

Right after that conversation Brian informed me it was time to start bathing the two of them separately and/or he was going to engineer some privacy stalls in the bath tub. Should I tell him what I caught Aria doing the other day? Probably not.

I can report that we have cemented and approved that all manners of air being expressed from our bodies are absolutely followed by, "Excuse me!" There was a large debate this morning about that over breakfast.