Today, when we arrived at the pool, I realized I only brought half of my bathing suit–the top half–and couldn’t go in, obviously.
Jake questioned me on why I couldn’t partake in the cool blue pool and I told him what happened.
“Oh.Ã‚Â So, your vagina would be in the pool?”
“Uh, yeah,” I sayÃ‚Â and I’m tempted to add that I don’t normally remove it before swimming with suit or without, but this is a conservative pool and I don’t think the patrons would take vagina humor lightly.
Jake’s friend chimes in, “What’s a vagina?”
“That’s where girls pee and poop from,” Jake says.
“Well, no, girls poop from the same spot as boys, Jake.”
While I’m lacquering him with SPF 60, he bends over to try to look at my crotch.Ã‚Â
“Yeah. I can see you with a penis,” Jake says before dashing into the pool.
This is what educators call a teachable moment.
It’s what parents call embarrassing.
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised at these little misunderstandings as I have yet to pull out the old chart and graph presentation of human organs.Ã‚Â
I suppose there’s a lot to be confused about.Ã‚Â After all, a close male relative of Jake’s, at the age of 25, was shocked to learn thatÃ‚Â women use toilet paper after peeing.Ã‚Â He couldn’t figure out why so much of the toilet paper disappeared when I would visit.Ã‚Â I’ll leave the alternative to NOT using toilet paper up to your imagination as he left it up to mine refusing to discuss the issue further.
I’ll break out those charts later tonight.