i was at a cottage all last week with my canadian sister and brother-in-law and their families.  we had a great time, laughing, telling stories, learning more about each other than we possibly ever wanted to know.

one such occasion was on a walk i had with the kids down the road and back.  i had the chance to talk with my youngest nephew, whom i’ll call “parker”, but just to let you know, he’s four.

and he likes to talk.

and share, much to his mother’s chagrin.

so we’re walking along, no big deal, and i notice he’s got his hand down his pants.

“aunt dawn.”

“um, yes, parker.”

“i’ve got my hand down my pants.”

“uh-huh.  yes, you do.”

“i’m touching my penis.”

at this point i’m reallllly glad i have a daughter : )  “oh…well, parker, that’s nice.”

now he’s pulled his hand out of his pants.  “my penis smells really good, aunt dawn.”

“is that so, parker?”

“yep.  do you wanna smell it?”

“um, no thanks.  i’m good.”

“it smells better than my butt.”

“really?”

“yep.  i used to put my hand down my butt all the time when i was little, but that made my hand stinky.”

“i see.”

“yeah, i don’t do that anymore.”

me neither, parker, me neither : )