Last night after dinner the family went out back to enjoy some cool evening weather. It was a chance for the kids to run of some energy from the day and it was a chance for daddy to whoop some tail in charades.
The evening carried on as usual with my wife, the girls and I having fun playing charades. Aaron was running circles around the backyard as he likes to do often. At some point, one of my daughters pulled out the water hose and was using that as a sort of follow the leader line for my son to grab on to and run with. The evening was family oriented and fun.
Then, from out of nowhere, one of my daughters lets out an ewwww! Looking toward the middle of the yard we could all see why. Standing there, with the hose between his legs was my son, with a large smile on his face, saying “Penis!”.
Please keep in mind that the only thing about this that was taught to my son was the word Penis. My wife, in an effort to keep my son from adopting a name like Johnson, pecker or shlong for his man part, decided to teach him the name of his obsession. This all actually stemmed from the fact that my son, like most males of the human species, likes to make sure his parts are still there every time he is naked. So changing his diaper or or giving him a bath always seemed to find him with his hand between his legs and a bog smile on his face.
However, the part about him standing there with a water hose between his legs… you guessed it. That is all boy. By nature.