So I'm on the can the other day and my two year old insists that he helps me. What do you suppose is going on in that cranium of his? How in the world does he think he can help me while I sit with my underpants at my ankles? Good Ghod! I insist to him that, "Mommy needs privacy, please close the door behind you." I guess the concept of respecting ones space doesn't apply to two year olds. He stays and continues to try and push me off of the seat so he can see what is in the toilet... Weird? Weird!
He begins to hand me toilet paper and I say, "No thanks, honey, I got it." So he opens the bathroom cupboard pulls out something and as he hands it to me he says, "Mama tampon for gina!" AHHHHHHHHH!!! How in the frick does he know this? I swear I have never..... So all I could say is, "It is called a VAgina."
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