The 7 year old comes into my room on Saturday morning when I was recovering from accidental pickleage (yes, that's a word) from the evening before and he is gripping his penis (2nd time the word penis is used on this here blog!). So, this alone is not unusual since he is pretty much always pinching it but he's also walking kinda hunched over and whining.
I open one eye and ask him what's up...
He says his penis hurts.
Ugh. I do NOT know how you dudes walk around with those things!!
Before he whips it out I say: "Boy. This is your father's department. I don't have a peen so my only advice is put some polysporin on it." (My solution to everything).
The husband took him and his peen to the doctor and tonight he comes home and I ask him if he had to show "it" to the doc...
Very excitedly he says "Yup! It was sooooooo cool!"
What the Hell?!
I ask "Why was showing the doctor your penis, cool?"
He goes: "Moooooom. You know, because normally you can't show your penis in public and the doctor was kind of public so that was cool."
And so begins my fear that he'll become a trenchcoat sportin' flasher.