Sunday, October 2, 2011
Day 1451 - Conversations with Emma
"Emma," I said. "Why don't you just pull your pants down a little bit."
"Okay, Daddy," said Emma.
I began to put a little cream around the irritated area, when Emma sprang a question on me.
"Daddy, do you know what you call this part?" she asked pointing to her own private Idaho area.
Stumped, I wasn't too sure how to answer. I was a little hesitant about calling it a vagina because I didn't want her to repeat it at school plus every time I say that word I tend to flop sweat.
"Umm, gee, Emma. That's a good question, but I'm not too sure." Fine, I wimped out.
"Oh! I know what you call it," exclaimed Emma.
"You do?" I began to imagine the phone calls from the preschool. "What do you call it?"
"It's my front bottom!" said Emma.