Private Area

Adeline is really into body parts right now.  Especially private parts.  She's really into private parts.  Probably because they're private and she is totally curious about anything that's off limits. 

For a while when she was learning what the different parts were they would just come up at random times, like when we'd take walks, as if she'd needed to clear her head and think it over, and then she'd walk up to this particular bush we'd pass and yell, "Penis, Daddy's private AREA!" and then keep on walking.  I'm not sure what that bush did to deserve to be yelled at every day about private areas, but it happened a lot.

Now that she's more confident she likes to label people, so anytime Grandma and Grandpa come over it's, "Gradma have vagina, Grandpa have penis." And if she's feeling sassy she'll say, "Grandma have penis," and then laugh hysterically at her own joke.

Yesterday we went to the doctor and then this happened:

"Mommy?"

"Yes?"

"Where'd Mommy go?"

"I'm right here."

"Yeah. Have boobs."

"Yes, Mommy has boobs."

"Mommy have vagina."

"Yes I do."

"Where Dr. Hopson go?"

*just then he walks in*

"Hello Adeline."

"DR. HOPSON HAVE PENIS!"

"That's the weirdest greeting I've ever gotten."

"At least she didn't tell you that you had a vagina."

That's my daughter.  Making things awkward since 2013. 

 I'm so proud.

In totally unrelated news we went to an alpaca farm this weekend.  Well, it's not totally unrelated, we were schooled on which alpacas had which genitalia during the visit, so that was fun.

You can't tell from this picture, but there were literally hundreds of alpacas there.  Alpaca? Alpaci? 

Friendly, cute little suckers.

What up, we're alpacas.  We're soft and weird.

This one is winking at Addie.  She probably just told him he had a penis and he agreed.  He's really good with kids.