My son's little school friend was over having a
play date. In true boy-fashion they had torn the house apart. They had run up the stairs,
and down the stairs; under the stairs and around the stairs. At some point one of them had taken a break
to use the washroom. I hadn't thought
anything of it until the next day when my son mentioned it. It was then that I remembered having seen both boys head in
the general direction of the washroom at the same time.
"Mom?"
"Yes Brennen?"
"When Mattie was here for our play date we
went pee together."
I wasn't surprised; I had figured as much. I didn't see any reason to make a big fuss
over it so I said, "That's fine Brennen, but next time take turns using
the washroom."
"Yes Brennen?"
"My penis is bigger than Mattie's."
What can this mommy say but that her son has confidence! But seriously, how was I
supposed to keep a straight face and respond to that?
"You shouldn't look at other people's
penises," was all I could manage.
"And I hope you didn't tell Mattie that yours was bigger."
Better to let my son believe that size didn't matter! That sort of 'truth' could wreck havoc on a boy's self-esteem for years to come.
Better to let my son believe that size didn't matter! That sort of 'truth' could wreck havoc on a boy's self-esteem for years to come.
"Now,” I chuckled softly, “go tell your
father."
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