It never fails,... the five of us get to our destination and within minutes you can glance over your right shoulder to see dear old Sullivan doing the pee-pee dance. The "no I don't have to go but my legs have the jiggles and my hand is holding everything in" dance.
Saturday we took our kids to Dairy Queen located in our downtown just across the street from the railroad tracks. There's nothing more fun for them then to get a cone with some soft serve ice cream and then a short walk across the street, up the sidewalk, across the train tracks to sit near the fountains on the benches that give you the best up front sounds and views of the trains that continuously pass through our town.
As Brian was placing the ice cream order to the teenage boy behind the little boxed red framed window, I noticed Sully doing "his thing."
Only this time we had a bit of a problem as the Dairy Queen in our town is an outside only establishment. Needless to say, Sullivan and I go for a short walk near a local investors office what was once a Victorian type home "back in the day." We stroll to the back of this "home" and find a garage, thankfully he relieved himself behind the garage near an old two person fishing boat (SOUL!).
Life was good and empty again for our Sullivan.
After the ice cream was in all of our hands, I with an order for the turtle in a waffle cup with the nut crunch sprinkler thing as well as pecans and extra whip cream, we head to our resting spot on the benches near the water fountains, that are situated immediately north of the tracks.
Sitting on the benches as our boys run back and forth along the open area, I sit back and close my eyes. I just love listening to the cars as they drive by. Our main front street of our downtown is made with cobblestone so it has that nostalgic look and feel to it. The sound of the rumbling bumbling that the car tires make while moving at a nice 15mile an hour speed along the Main shopping street of our little downtown, is for some reason quite soothing to me. (don't ask, I don't know why.)
No sooner had we arrived I noticed Sullivan doing his backdoor dance. Yup, you guessed it, he had to go number 2. Hmmmphfffffffff! The two of us stroll across the cobblestone street and make a beeline for the Starbucks on the corner to thankfully use their indoor bathroom.
Ahhh, in no time at all, Sullivan is feeling much more like himself again, happy and empty with more room to finish his ice cream in a cup. But since we were in the bathroom I figured I might as well go numeral uno myself.
There we are, Sullivan and mom hanging out in the single bathroom within the walls of Starbucks. The smell of coffee beans mixed with flavors wafting throughout the very walls within this bathroom when it happened,...Sullivan's questions:
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I'm sitting on the toilet while Sullivan is gazing off in thoughtful land.
Sullivan: "Mom, can I see urchina?"
Me: "what Sully?"
Sullivan: "Where is yourchina?"
Me: "I don't understand (thinking that he's talking Olympics because we've been watching them on TV) where is China?"
Sullivan: "no, your china, you know, the other Penis thingie?"
Me: "OH, you mean my vagina?" (I call it what it is)
Sullivan: "yes, can I see your China?"
I started to launch into a lecture/conversation regarding privacy matters with my four year old, and how it's not polite to ask women to see their private parts.
Then I stopped.
He's four years old.
I'm not a woman to him, I'm his mom-that's all he knows me as and he can't see beyond that because he is only four. I didn't want to make him feel guilty for asking a question that he doesn't know is considered taboo. He's just an innocent little boy, and if I want him to feel comfortable talking to me later on in life, it starts here. It starts now with how I react to his questions, which by the way in this situation he is only seeking honest knowledge and not looking for vocabulary words to be added to his name calling list.
Yep, that's right people, he's a four year old boy looking for honest knowledge with honest answers from his not a woman mommy.
I need to be honest with him and fair.
Me: "Boys and girls have different parts down there because God didn't want us to be the same. Even spotted leopards have different spots, sizes and in different areas on their fur. Girls have vagina's and boys have penises and it will always be that way forever and ever."
Sullivan: "I know, mommy, you have your china and I get to have my own penis."
Me: "you are absolutely correct Sullivan!!"
Thinking I avoided the "can I view you" question, I finished my task on the toilet and begin to pull up my undies and shorts, when he leans in and tilts his head...
Sullivan: "yep, still nothing there! Your china still isn't growing out yet."
Said as he shrugs his shoulders, raising both hands up in the air with a "well, lemme know when something happens down there" gesture, finishing it up with an "oh well moving on" smack with his hands on both of his upper thighs.
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Why do I have a feeling he's going to hate me for this post someday?
I wonder if he thinks I'm defective., after all they once asked me (they meaning Jack and Sullivan) why I was crouching over a public toilet versus just "doing it the right way and standing up."
I would give anything to crawl around in his four year old brain, at least for an afternoon.
It's amazing what can happen when you go out for ice cream, isn't it?