Thursday, July 1, 2010
You Down With O.P.P.P.? (Other People's Pee-Pees)
She seemed to "get it" right away. When I question her, she proudly shouts out the answers.
Me: "What do you say if someone wants to touch your pee-pee?"
Me: "Right! And then what do you do?"
Scarlett: "I run and tell Mommy and Daddy."
Awesome! But I still wondered how much it was really sinking in. She just turned three. How much can she really understand? Would she really tell us if, God forbid, it happened? I worried. Until last night.
I was sitting on the living room floor, changing Sosie's diaper, and Scarlett was right next to me. She was talking, as she always is, and then she said, "Mommy, somebody touched my pee-pee."
I froze. "Who touched your pee-pee?" I held my breath. Was it really possible the worst had happened? Already?
"Um, baby sister."
Wait, what? Then I realized. Sosie had been windmilling her hands around, the way she always does, and her little baby hand must have brushed against Scarlett. "She didn't mean to, honey," I said, fighting back giggles. I looked up at Michael, that smirking, raised-eyebrow look we give each other when Scarlett has no idea how cute or funny something she's just said is.
"That's very good that you told us," Michael managed to say.
Oh. Right. Praise. "Yes, very good," I said. Inward giggles.
Recently, she has been asking to see Michael's pee-pee again. I finally did what I've been promising her, and got her a book that would show her the difference between boys and girls. I read it to her this afternoon, and it could not have been a bigger hit. She proudly pointed out the pee-pees and booties, and repeated new words, like "testicles." She wasn't too interested in the part about how babies are made, so we skipped over that part.
"Mommy, can you read my pee-pee story?"
"You have to read my pee-pee story!"
"Mommy, read me my pee-pee story!!!"
Apparently, I have to go now. Someone wants to learn about pee-pees.