Day 1451 - Conversations with Emma

As I was putting Emma to bed one night, she mentioned to me that her vah-jay-jay area was a little itchy.  So I told her that I would go get some diaper cream and put some on for her.

"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.