Hot Dog in Your Pants

We love to go to Ikea. There’s my dirty little confession. We love the meatballs and the girls love to play at the kids area. Plus, it’s just fun to get lost in that place. And I’m a huge fan of how kid friendly their bathrooms are – they have stools and low sinks and free diapers! Which I actually had to use once when Moira was a baby and she had THE most incredible blowout (her fourth that day) and I had neglected to restock the diaper bag.

Anyhoo, we were at Ikea a few months back doing our “day at Ikea” thing and the girls and I were in the bathroom. Kenna was propped up on the kid’s stool by the kid’s sink washing her hands and the changing table happened to be right next to it. While she’s standing there a mom and baby came over to change the baby’s diaper. And of course this was totally fascinating to Kenna who got completely distracted and just openly watched. The mom didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either.

As soon as the mom popped the diaper off, Kenna’s face totally changed. She was absolutely staring at the little boy. Then she turned to me (loudly) and said “why’s he got a hot dog in his pants??”

I told her that little boys were different than little girls because they had penises instead of vaginas. Didn’t sink in too well because she still looked puzzled and continued to stare.

Then she turned back to me and asked “did my hot dog fall off when I was a baby?”

One Response to Hot Dog in Your Pants

  1. I need to read your ‘blog more often! This is HI-larious!

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