P*nis Pics

Here are the offensive pictures from the book. One is a cutaway view, and although the picture isn't great, you can tell the other is a white sculptured sort of thing... neither one worth getting one's butt in an uproar... if you ask me.*

*No one has asked me.






 





What you can't see on the white page is that the upper right corner of the page has three different creases in it. From being folded down so kids could find the pictures or show them to others easily, I guess. Sorry Teressa, sending you damaged goods.  ;)

We've had a tremendous amount of fun with this topic at our house.

First, Lyssa decided that she'd ask me at random times during the day, "Mom? What's a penis?"

I always answer, "Nothing!" or "I'll tell you when you're older!!"

I told my physical therapist about the whole incident Friday. No, I don't know if that's an acceptable topic of conversation where you are but I felt okay discussing it, yes. 

He's a married guy with three kids. 
With a sense of humor and a quick wit. 
I like him quite a bit.

So I told him about the 9 year old from my program and the phone call from the shocked mother. 

And he said, "My five year old daughter knows what one is." 

In our subsequent conversation, we agreed that when kids ask for information, you give it to them with straightforward terms and honesty, and don't make them feel weird about it. I told him how funny my family thought the whole incident was, and what Lyssa has done with the joke.

So after my appointment was over, I was standing at the reception desk signing a paper and chatting with the office staff. 

And my therapist stuck his head out of his office.
"I have a question for you." he said.

"Yes?"

"What's a penis?"


Both of us cracked up while the receptionist rolled her eyes and then said, "I don't even want to know what brought that up."


But I explained anyway. I thought that might be a good idea.
;)


Braden* approached me at work Friday afternoon.

"Um. Did you take any books away from our library?" he asked.

"Why would I do that?" I asked him in return.

He said, "Well, some kids said there was this book with like, some weird pictures or something?"

And I said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

And managed not to snort hysterically. But it was a near thing.

I guess I should feel bad. He only comes two days a week. And it looks like he missed seeing the pictures.

Maybe I should bring the book back?

Naw. It's headed out in the mail this next week to Teressa.