Balls

So Lily and I are sitting on the couch. She's sitting on my lap, facing me, holding a package of circular shaped stickers with animal faces on them, and she's systematically placing the stickers all over my face. Then she puts two on my chest. She points and says, "Mama, are those your testicles?"

Taken slightly aback, I say, "Um, no, honey. No, those are not my testicles."

I decide not to ask where she picked up the word. I assume she picks this stuff up on the street anyway.
(Plus, I'm wicked proud that she used the proper terminology, instead of asking if those were my balls or my nads or my 'junk', so I'm kind of reveling in that...so cool, right?!).

I explain that women don't have testicles. Then I ask if she actually knows what they are.

"No. What are they?"

So, we go to the computer and I google "images of testicles".

Then before I hit go, I'm like, wait, what the fuck am I thinking?

So I change the search to 'male anatomy'. This wonderful page comes up, courtesy Dr. Wiki.



I point to the different parts of the male body and the female body, and attempt to explain the purpose of each set of genitalia, as gently and simply as possible. Then I tell her that the man and the woman can actually use these organs if they want to make a baby, and isn't that cool?

"EW!" She said. "Can we PLEASE go to Barbie Dressup.com now?"

And mother's attempt at imparting valuable reproductive information is thwarted once again.