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.
