It’s Not All Mary Poppins

I Think I Liked Poo Better

Remember how fixated we all were on poo not that long ago? I’m a little nervous we’ve found a new focus for our prurient inclinations, and I’m hoping it doesn’t stick around as long as the poo did. So to speak.

George is singing.

“Yankee Doodle went to town,
A riding on his pony.
Stuck his penis in his hat,
And called it macaroni!”

To which Darcy responds: “Stick your penis up your NOSE!”


And thus begins the life-long fascination…

January 18, 2006 - Posted by | Developmental stuff, Mischief, sex, the cuteness!


  1. I’m with you on this one Mary. Bring back the poo! There’s far less trouble you can get in with poo.

    Comment by Simon P. Chappell | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  2. Well, for their sake, hopefully someday they’ll figure out better places to stick their penises.

    (Just keep them away from my daughter)

    Comment by Matthew | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  3. What’s scary is the moms here in Stepford would probably freak out and take their kids to therapy after that little exchange!

    Comment by Cheryl | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  4. Simon: Too right you are! I think I’ll have to put this notion to their parents, who will get a huge laugh out of it, I’m sure.

    Matthew: I’m sure they will. (How he imagined he could stick it up his own nose is beyond me.) Keep them from your daughter? I dunno, Matthew: a couple of them will probably make fine husband material one day!

    Cheryl: So what I’m hearing is this: Take a woman with no sense of humour, severely impaired common sense, no idea of normal child development – but a TON of money, give her a child, and you have a Stepford Mommy! (Am I right?)

    Comment by Mary P. | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  5. OH DEARY.

    I gotta admit while they are quite funny (the children and penises) I think I like the poo stories better-especially in public.

    Nice of Darcy to tell George to stick it up his nose.

    Comment by kimmyk | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  6. There’s a part of me that really REALLY wants to teach the boys to sing that song . . .

    But there’s another part of me that wants them NOT to be expelled from school. Sigh.

    Comment by Susan | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  7. Ha! I’ve never heard that version of it…

    Comment by jen-o-rama | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  8. You’re right, Mary. And then there are the Stepford Teachers who would call Social Services because, I mean, wherever would a child get such an idea if he/she was not being molested? Don’t think I’m kidding.

    Here in Stepford, kids can’t even take chapstick to school. Because it’s a drug. I’m serious.

    Comment by Cheryl | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  9. Kimmyk: Despite the title, I found this exchange rather sweet. They’re just beginning to understand that it’s not something talked about in certain circumstances, which makes it a wee bit naughty, but they have no idea why. It’s indicative of their innocence – lil cuties that they are.

    Susan: I was going to respond with “Oh, come now: children aren’t expelled for potty talk” and then I read Cheryl’s comment. Hmmm…

    Jen: You and Susan should teach your boys. ‘Course, then you’d all have to home-school together, but Hey!, that’d be fun, right??

    Cheryl: Ummm, don’t they know that the boys KNOW they have a penis? And that it’s good for them to have the correct terms for their genitalia, as a protection against abuse?

    And how sick and twisted is that, to sexualize children in such a way! Sexualizing them, attributing grown-up awareness and motivations to the entirely normal, HEALTHY sexual development of a toddler is every bit as sick as the mindset that leads a different person to abuse them.


    Comment by Mary P. | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  10. And here all this time I thought the proper clinical word for the male genetalia was, “wee wee,” winky” or “chin-chin.”

    Comment by L. | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  11. Chin-chin? That’s a new one on me! The parents of my tots, bless their generally well-educated hearts, tend to give them the proper words for things. Very few wee-wees and pee-pees in the lot, though there was one who called his his “beebeedoo”. (But that was a family joke!)

    Comment by Mary P. | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  12. Hi Mary,

    I’ve been offline for a couple of days and am just now catching up!

    Too funny! I too believe in teaching my kids the correct names for body parts.

    The best was when I found my son on the toilet fondling his testicles. “Mommy”, he said, “I have two balls in my scrotum.”

    I couldn’t help it. I turned red from the effort of not laughing. I am proud that I was able to calmly say something to the effect of “Yes honey, they are called testicles.”

    Ben refered to them as tentacles for months afterwards, so perhaps I should work on my diction.

    Comment by Andie D. | January 18, 2006 | Reply

  13. So much for little boys’ language. Does say a thing or two about men’s language, ya?

    (Btw, you are being tagged. Please check my blog for more information.)

    Comment by Queen Bee | January 19, 2006 | Reply

  14. AndieD: Guess it’s hard to enunciate clearly when you’re choking with laughter…

    QueenBee: Boys and their toys. Girls’ stuff is so discreet and neatly packaged, it generally takes them way longer to find it – some never find the good stuff, sad as that may seem…

    I’ll go check your blog now. I haven’t been keeping up well with my reading this week, since I can’t sit. I’ve discoverd I can blog while laying on my belly on the floor with a hot pack on my back – and the position is one of the “exercises” prescribed by the physio! Too bad it’s not comfortable for long stretches.

    Comment by Mary P. | January 19, 2006 | Reply

  15. “while laying on my belly on the floor with a hot pack on my back” Ya, it can be quite taxing if you maintain that position long. I can’t hold out too in that position.

    Hope your back recovers soon!

    Comment by Queen Bee | January 20, 2006 | Reply

  16. Thank you. So do I!

    Comment by Mary P. | January 20, 2006 | Reply

  17. I can always count on you to lighten the weary load.

    Takes me back to E.T. and one of the boys calling the other penis breath.

    Comment by Granny | January 21, 2006 | Reply

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