What are little boys made of?
“Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails. That’s what little boys are made of !”
What are little girls made of?
“Sugar and spice and all things nice. That’s what little girls are made of!”
Last week, Sweet Bear told me she saw a little boys wee wee. I asked her if she meant Boy Blue’s. Sweet Bear and Petite Clown were very interested when this strange baby with an even stranger thing between his legs came home from the hospital. Both of them have managed to poke and pull it during one diaper change or another. Now, instead of trying to keep his sisters from doing it, I must keep him from doing it. Kids are such curious creatures!
If it wasn’t her baby brother’s wee wee she saw, who was it’s? I asked her. She informed me, very matter of fact like, that it was a little boy in her class. Hmmm. How is that? So, I asked her some more questions just to try and understand how it is that my three year old daughter was able to see the wee wee of a little boy while he went pee pee at school. I was very perplexed indeed.
I asked her, specifically, if the girls and boys went to the potty together at the same time. She said yes. I just couldn’t believe it. She turned a little red, blushing, while giggling behind her hand as she said it again. “I saw his wee wee.” I turned a little red with anger that I was not aware of this before now.
Oh, geez. Great! Just great. Exactly the conversation I wanted to have with my three year old. NOT! I thought I had at least two more years before I started filling her in about the birds and bees. Somehow, seeing a little boy’s wee wee other than her brother’s was more delicate and mature. I couldn’t just tell her it is a wee wee because he is a boy. She was giggling and blushing. It was more. It was the birds and the bees. It was serious. I had to explain the whole boys have a penis and girls have a vagina to my three year old. I was not happy. With Angel Girl I took it slow and told her what was appropriate to her age when she asked me. So, I had to tell a giggling, blushing Sweet Bear at least the very basics.
I always answered Angel Girl honestly in a way she would understand without giving her the complete details. At least I had some experience in this matter from dealing with Angel Girl. Actually, this past summer I got lots of experience when she asked me one question after another every single day about her blossoming body. Even at Christmas, during her two weeks here in France, there where days I felt like it was Sexual Education class and I was the teacher. I guess that is what it was and it is better that I am teaching her about the birds and bees rather than a teacher or worse other kids.
Sweet Bear and I had a conversation about the fact that little boys have wee wee’s like Boy Blue and we call them a penis. I gave her the correct names for the parts and that is good, for now. Whew! For some reason, the fact that there are more of these strange people, besides her brother, with strange things between their legs never occured to her. She must of thought Boy Blue was just a freak of nature or something.
She continued to giggle blushing behind her hand telling me again and again that she saw a wee wee like Boy Blue’s. “Mama, he has a wee wee like Boy Blue. It is funny.” Yes, don’t you see me laughing? It is hilarious. Now, where is your French father so he can explain all this to me, the uptight puritan, as he likes to call, us….Americans.
It turns out he doesn’t remember how it went at his maternel. Well, that is a relief. If he doesn’t remember then maybe it isn’t a big deal. Sweet Bear won’t either.
I am not happy that Sweet Bear is going to the restroom with boys. However, she is French and we live in France. It is her culture. French are not more sex crazed than any other country of people. So, I am sure she will be fine. It is me, the American, that must adjust, not her.
Since moving and living in France the past two years, I am much more laid back in regard to these matters. I can remember bathing with my brother and boy cousins up until I was four or five. So, how is this any different?
I did ask her teacher about the matter since my husband didn’t remember how it went in his maternel. I wanted to be certain I understood Sweet Bear correctly in this delicate matter. Her teacher told me that the boys and girls do use the restroom together and that there is a small divider between the two areas (one area for boys and one area for girls). However, some of the girls will peak around the divider out of curiousity.
Oh, great! It means my little Sweet Bear is a peeping bear. I told her to quit peeping. We, uptight puritan Americans, have our standards, after all.