November 18, 2011

Turkey time

A few days ago Meg came and climbed on my lap and asked to look at the ultra sound pictures of the baby again. We went through the pictures and came to this one:









We got into a discussion about what it was she was looking at. We talked about the difference between boys and girls. "Oh," she says. "that's his penis." Yes, that's how we know it's a boy. "Ok." she said and climbed down and walked off.
 
Today I picked her up at Pre-school and went to collect her craft. I look down the table at the other children's crafts of puppet turkeys with feathers on their heads. On the way home I asked her how come her turkey only had one feather. "That's not a feather, Mom. That's his penis. That's how we know he's a boy turkey."

















Of course it is. Facts of life, kids. There's no getting around them.


6 comments:

Mary said...

I needed a good laugh tonight. I hope you keep that turkey for forever. So, so funny!!

Katastrophe said...

Fabulous.

Annalia said...

You have to save that story to embarass her with someday. :)

Katidid said...

Love it and I agree with Annalia this is one blog post, story, and Turkey "school" craft that has to be saved for the scrap book. :) Glad to hear all is well.

Crisrolf@comcast.net said...

FANTASTIC!!!!!!!!!!

Washington Rimmasch Family said...

SERIOUSLY! Mom and I both laughed and laughed. What a funny girl you have :)