Bella has suddenly become the little person we all warn ourselves about when we have kids.
“One day I’ll have to stop saying ______ because she’ll repeat it!”
Well. Yep. She repeats a lot, listens a lot, and asks a lot. She also takes things literally – really literally.
So Charlie is obsessed with his, ahem, penis.
This is related. I promise.
He hasn’t been fixed yet (6 months or older) and now we’re waiting to do it till after the holidays. He has this funny habit of checking himself anytime we put him down from holding him or tell him to do something. Like – making sure it’s still there. Didn’t drop off. It’s pretty funny.
The other night Sam told him to get in his bed as we had dinner. We’re training him to stay out of the kitchen. So he sulked but went there, naturally stopping to check himself first.
“It’s like he thinks it’s gone,” Sam said. I laughed. “Because he’s had it happen so many times before and he’s wondering where his penis went.”
And a little, worried voice popped up from the other side of the table.
We looked at Bella, who was concerned and a bit frantic sounding.
“Where Chawie’s penis go?”