Little boys are gross and love all things gross. It's a proven fact. Google it ;)
Logan (9) feels like it's his job to turn every possible situation into something gross or inappropriate. Songs are changed to add bodily functions. Pictures are only finished when blood and death have been added. And no school writing assignment is safe from some sort of other disgusting thing his little boy mind can come up with!
Today it was the male anatomy. God help me.
The boys and I had a discussion about the proper names for parts of the male anatomy. This was not the first time we had ever gone over this. It was more of a review. Logan was all red-face and giggles through the entire conversation. A little while later I was in the basement doing laundry when he came down the stairs barely able to speak through his laughter. He told me he had come up with a great plan! Since he was sure Evelyn has no idea what *Insert male body part here* means, he was going to tell her it meant a flower or something and start referring to her as that.
At this point I tried to crawl into the dryer and hide...
Not really. I told him that it was highly inappropriate to call his sister a *male body part* and that those kind of words were not OK to make jokes about.
And then I crawled in the dryer to hide!