Discovery

I was on the phone with a close friend from North Dakota. We hadn’t talked in ages, and when the phone rang, I ran into the bedroom to tell my husband that he needed to finish up with Mr. Sneaky Pants’ bath because I was going to be on the phone. He said sure, no problem.

As I’m talking on the phone, I hear a good bit of commotion from the direction of the bathtub, but it was already long past usual bedtime, so I thought it was just a “too tired to be rational” snit from my boy. I closed the door to my office. I kept talking.

Pretty soon my husband came into the room, and said, “Take the phone with you and go talk to Noah.”

I walked down the hallway to the bathroom and found my distressed son in the bathtub, yelling “I need my MOMMIE!”

Me: What’s the problem, little guy?

Mr. SP: There’s a hole in my penis!

Me: Well, I think that’s supposed to be there, honey.

Mr. SP: NO! NO! NOOOOOOO! It NOT supposed to be there!”

Me: Well, you use it when you go potty, honey.

Mr. SP: No! I not like that hole!

Me: Well, I think you need to talk to your dad about this, my love.