bobby

The Boy refers to his penis as his 'bobby'. I am not sure how that came about, but there it is.

Recently, he's been noticing that his bobby will sometimes be, ahem... well... different than it's normal flacid self. He notices this, and he announces it, no matter where we are or what we're doing... "Mommy! My bobby is out! My bobby is out!" He doesn't really like it when his bobby is out, and he pulls his pants down to try to put his bobby back in. This has always made me giggle, and I have never really known what to do about it. I always tell him that if he would just leave his bobby alone, that it would go back in by itself, but he never believes me. He has to pull his pants down and try to put it back himself. I've always figured, C'est la vie! He's just a little guy, he'll learn. I never let it bother me too much. Until...

Have you ever been walking through Woodfield Mall with your 2-year old son proclaiming "Mommy! My bobby is out, my bobby is out!", and then you find yourself trying to convince him that now is not the time to be pulling his pants down to put it back in? Have you? Well, I have. It's actually funnier than it sounds, too.