My Son Has a Tail


The other day, my son was sitting on the toilet (he can’t aim yet so there’s no way I’m going to let him pee standing up). He looked down at his thingy and said, “That’s my tail.” I wasn’t sure if I heard him right so I asked, “That’s your tail?” My son nodded his head and replied, “Uh-huh, that’s my tail.”

I thought it was funny, but I wasn’t sure if I should correct him. If I told him the “p” word, then he might go around shouting the “p” word in public and he might even ask people if he could see their “p” thing. He already does that with the word boobie. Out of no where, my three year old son will ask a stranger, “Can I see your boobies?” And no, I did not teach him to say that.

For now, I’m going to just let Spiderboy call his thingy a tail. If he talks about his tail in public, people will think he’s just being funny. Well, there you have it, my son has a tail.


3 thoughts on “My Son Has a Tail

  1. I will NEVER forget when my son first learned the anatomical difference between males and females and the correct terminology. I’d picked him up from school and we were going thru the drive thru at McDonalds. I rolled down the window, the little old lady at the window leaned forward to hand me our bag and my son proudly asked if she knew that women had Vs! I was mortified to say the least! Now, of course, some 10 years later, it’s a favorite story. Oh man, you have a lot of great stories ahead of you! Enjoy every second – especially the embarrassing ones!

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