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I’m starting to think Kenna is taking this whole poopy-potty stage of life to the extreme. My two most recent examples:

Moira discovered a bag of Nerds candy that had been purchased a while back to use as a treat for goody bags. Somehow it never got used and my candy-a-holics were hot to eat it. Moo asked if she could have some Nerds if she ate a good dinner. Upon overhearing what Moira asked, Kenna came running over and loudly and excitedly asked “Can I have some turds too?” Moira and I cracked up. The best part is that it was done in innocence and when we told her that they are Nerds, not turds (and that turds is another word for poop), she insisted that turds was the right word and she would continue to call it that.

After lunch today Kenna asked if she could have squirrel poop for a treat. I’m sure the look on my face was awesome while I struggled to figure out what in the world she was asking for. The mystery was solved when we went into the pantry and I pointed to things and she said yea or nay. Turns out that squirrel poop is chocolate covered raisins.

I was teasing Moira about something the other day and her response was “Mom you’re just being sarcastic…” Kenna was sitting next to us and watching the exchange. After hearing what Moira said she immediately piped up and said “No Mom, you’re being sar-horrible!”

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?”

We wanted the girls to have lots of time to adjust to having a new brother or sister so we’ve shared with them that Mommy is expecting a baby. Sadly enough, my stomach is already starting to pooch so Kenna has been noticing. She keeps informing me that my belly is “fat”.

The other day Kenna was inspecting my belly and a puzzled look crossed her face. Now keep in mind that she is three and her six-year old sister hasn’t even thought of these questions yet (or at least hasn’t asked them yet).

Kenna points to my belly button and says “the baby come out dere?”

I giggled and said that no, the baby would come out of my vagina. She got the most disgusted look on her face and said “Outta your ‘gina? That’s just gwoss.”

I asked her why it was gross and she said “cause that’s where poop comes out”. I laughed out loud and told her that poop comes out your anus which is different than your vagina.

Side note: We try really hard to use correct terms rather than silly made-up stuff like vah-jay-jay. I read this big study on child molesters where several convicted pedophiles revealed that kids who use proper terminology are bad targets. I guess if the parents are open enough to use the right terms, they are open enough to talk about sex with their kids and therefore they are more likely to get caught. It seriously took some practice when Moira was little. I think Alan giggled every single time he said vagina for the first six months of her life. Luckily she doesn’t remember that time at all. Bonus!

Kenna just shook her head and said “Nope, that’s where poop comes out. Gwoss!”

Can’t wait to see her reaction to meconium poops. You ain’t seen nothing yet kid!