My husband and I just finished taking our son to our local, public swimming pool, for his swim lesson. When the lesson was over, my husband and son go into the changing room to put on their dry clothes; I am gathering our things at the lounge chair. Moments later they emerge and are walking towards me, when all of a sudden our three-year-old remembers the revelation he just had in the changing room with daddy. With his index finger fully extended and pointing, he voluminously blurts out, “Daddy’s penis looks just like a mushroom!!!!” Followed by this long, drawn out, hysterical, laugh … “haaaaa-haaaaa-haaaaa!” He truly, and very innocently, found this broadcast extremely funny. We, on the other hand, were completely mortified, and at the speed of light, flew directly to our car. We are now praying that this newfound discovery isn’t shared anywhere ouside the concrete walls of our home. I can just picture this scenario unfolding, at preschool, during the study of letter M. Teacher, “M is for mouse, monkey and mushroom.” Our son, “My daddy has a penis that looks like a mushroom.” Teacher, “Oh really ... (long pause) ... now let’s finish stringing that last piece of macaroni, shall we…”
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