Snippets of everyday conversation #13 The one about body parts...

Look away now if you are offended by the word 'penis' or 'vagina'...


The Eight Year Old:  "We were learning about body parts at school today"

Me:  "Oh that's good.  Which body parts did you learn about?"

The Eight Year Old:  "We learnt about personal body parts in this bit"

He puts one hand on his chest and the other in the mid-thigh area.

I draw on a vague memory of having read a letter from school about the teaching of sex education.  Only it isn't called that anymore. 

The Eight Year Old:  "This, on a boy"

He points to his own 'personal body part'.

The Eight Year Old:  "...is called a penis""

Me:  "Yes.  Yes it is".

The Eight Year Old:  "And on a girl, the bits are different and they're called..."

He grapples with trying to remember the word.

The Eight Year Old:  "On a girl it's called a Venus"

I hide a smile.

Me: "A vagina"

The Eight Year Old:  "Yes, that's it, it's called a vagina.  Both men and women have nipples.  BUT.  Women have these raised bits"

He helpfully points to my breasts/boobs/insert word of choice.

Me:  "Yes we do have raised bits".

The Eight Year Old:  "Boys and men don't have those bits.  But we all have nipples".

He heads off to play Pirates Lego.

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Apologies to The Eight Year Old if he should ever read this in the future.  It was just too good not to share :)  I love you Eight Year Old.

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