Nick is 4 1/2 now, and being the type of parents we are (hush!) we wanted him to learn the proper names for his body parts. So a few weeks ago, while getting ready for a bath, we told him his "dingle" is actually called a penis.
Being the type of kid he is, he just sort of took it in stride. Said the word a few times, giggled, said, "That's a strange word!" and that was that.
What we didn't figure on, though we probably should have, is that Nick takes it upon himself to be the ultimate big brother.
He likes to teach his little brother things.
And that is why, a few days later, I found myself in the middle of the crowded children's section at our local public library with a two-year-old who was chanting
"PENIS! PENIS! PENIS!"
This? Is my life.