It’s a bird, it’s a plane…
“That’s MY tower!” Tyler’s stack of duplo block is about waist-high. His waist. My knee.
“It’s a big one!” Big sister Emily is impressed (and kind.)
“Yes, it’s big. It’s the CN Tower!” Tyler declares, reflecting their recent trip to Toronto, no doubt.
“It’s the Eiffel Tower!!!” Emily smiles and sweeps her arms wide, letting Tyler know she’s talking about something HUGE!! (I’m impressed. They’ve been to Toronto, but never Paris. And yes, I know the CN Tower is taller, but apparently she doesn’t.)
Tyler is just bursting with pride in his edifice. It’s big! It’s the CN Tower!!! It’s the Eiffel Tower!!!!! It’s… it’s… it’s…
“It’s my PENIS!!!”
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*dies laughing*
You and me both, sister!
Oh dear. They do start early, don’t they?
My mom once said “the world would be an easier place if we women were as fascinated with their penises as they are…”
Oh, they do. This is not the first time I’ve heard this, not by a long chalk! Your mother? She is a wise woman.
Hahahahaha! Love it!
Isn’t it great? He’s so cute — and so totally, sweetly innocent in his (totally hyperbolic) pride.
well, he’s proud if nothing else!
Yup! Of his tower and his… tower. 😀
so glad there’s no-one else in the room just now, cos I’m practically rolling on the floor… Mary, my (no-longer existent) pelvic floor needs warning before posts like this!!
I do hope that when the real world of the locker room raises its ugly head the kid isn’t disillusioned! This is the kind of story that explains what keeps us in the field. Where else can you be this amused so cheaply?
And who says all those towers & monuments & other tall edifices AREN’T phallic?! Ha! Brilliant… and almost beer-out-the-nose funny.
He has the vision of a great paddle pool designer.
Those summer swimming pools have had a lasting effect… 🙂
Truly awesome.
This is purely wonderful. However, you left out a part of the story. In so many anecdotes, I am always the one when they are done saying “And then what!?”
So… what did you do? How did his sister respond?
She gave him the Big Sister Look, and said, in a very maternal way, “Oh, Tyler, you silly goose. Your penis isn’t nearly that big, at all.” And Tyler? Just nodded and the conversation rolled on to different things.
Bahaha!!!!
I’m so glad I’ve found your blog. It’s amazing. I’m a nanny myself… and I have a blog, but I’m just starting out. I hope one day to have as many fun experiences and great wisdom as you do.
The kids in my family below 5 don’t even know the word, they just say ‘main part’. I guess that says a lot. The definition of innocence does seem to change with every generation.
My attitude has always been that, given their total innocence, there is no need to give them alternate names for any body part. Their genitals are not intrinsically more interesting or significant to them than their bellybuttons, their ears, or their elbows… until, that is, they start to pick up from squeamish adults and eager-to-inform older children that there is some mysterious significance to those particular parts.
You’ve been quoted!
http://qoddessquotesblogs.blogspot.com/2010/10/quotes-october-14-2010.html