Addressing The Weenie

It has to be addressed. I have birthed a boy and, apparently, weenie fascination come with the package.

I decided on "weenie." "Penis" is correct and proper, but 1. it sounds like something that should be held in a pair of tweezers and 2. there's something too prim about the word. Weenie it is. For now. I'm sure he'll find other words for it later.

So when he found said weenie, I gave him the word and he was fine. Every diaper change is now occasioned by a cataloging of the body parts that are usually covered by a onesie.

"Belly button!"
Yes, Myles, that's your belly button.

"Butt!"
Yes, Myles, that's your butt.

"Weenie!"
Yes, Myles, that's your weenie.

He's also working on his adjectives: "BIIIG tractor! ... tiny tractor ..." "BIIIIG dog! ... tiny dog ..." and, inevitably, "BIIIIG weenie! ..." and so on.

Today, his fascination for saws joined us on the diaper table. The ever-present cooking spoon served as a "saw" this morning. "Table. Cut." "Wall. Cut." "Weenie. *sawing action* Cut."

I want props for not taking a picture at this point.