I have said before I am not meant to be the mom to any boys(much less 2 of them) because I have a hard time with the outdoor plumbing factor. Girl parts are simple, boy parts you have to admit are a little strange. It takes come getting used to, and I honestly am not sure I am ever going to get used to it.
This point was driven home to me today as I took Brendan to go potty, and he sat on the toilet and started to play. Being male, his toy of choice is his penis. I thought I’d seen it all- the yanking, the bending, the amazing ability to try to stuff his penis into his belly button. Oh no. It gets better. Tonight I got the pleasure of seeing my son attempt to, for lack of a better description, make a ‘pig in a blanket’ with his privates.
Yeah. I’ll let you work that one out in your head.