Monday, February 9, 2009

elbow envy

This story is just too good not to blog about, but in an effort to thwart any attention from naughty google searches, let’s just rename that special part that only boys have—yes, that one—and call it, oh, an elbow. Hang with me here.

A couple of weeks ago, the toddler was sitting on the potty, and Twin B. was cheering him on. “Look at you! You’re such a big boy, going pee-pee on the potty!”

“Elbow!” The toddler said, pointing at his, um, elbow.

“Yeah, that’s your elbow,” Twin B. said.

“MY elbow.”

“Yes, that’s YOUR elbow. I have an elbow too. And Twin A. has an elbow, and Daddy has an elbow…” his voice trailed off and he whispered, “Mommy doesn’t have an elbow, but we don’t talk about that. It might hurt her feelings.”


MamaToo said...

I... laughed... out... loud. Much needed, today!

I can't decide which part earns you extra-credit parenting points today, LM:

1) the fact that your young child can correctly identify anatomy (great intellectual development!)

2) the fact that your older child is encouraging his younger sibling to have independent success (great family support!)

3) the fact that your young boys understand the importance of protecting the emotional well-being of women in their lives (great chivalry!)

4) the fact that you figured out a very google-safe way to tell that story (great candor + wisdom!)

thanks for sharing it all...

Sarah said...


Llama Momma said...

MamaToo -- thanks for the "Mom" encouragement! Raising boys is an adventure, isn't it??

And we all need to laugh more. :-)

PattyK said...

This is hilarious. I love your boys, and I've never even met them. You are doing something really right!

Mommy Cracked said...

Haha!! That is too cute. Love that he was worried about his mama's lack of elbow!

menzach said...

We go with p-guy and p-girl...they have all asked to see the "mysterious" p-girl ...#2 is especially curious...but no one has of yet succeeded.

much afraid said...

Your boys are so protective of you!

When my son was in the "elbow-awareness" stage, he simply couldn't conceive of a person being born without one. He asked to see mine, and I said I didn't have one. He was gravely concerned, and asked me what happened to it. Repeatedly. For years. (As you know, he's a slow learner.)

I am just grateful that he never asked in public.

The T said...

oh my lord! I do not know how i would handle this!!! But i am laughing so hard out loud right now (that might be the lack of sleep talking...) and i so needed that.

that is an excellent story. thanks for sharing it!