Honestly, Kid, It’s Way Worse, But That’s A Lesson For MUCH Later
I’m with my young son (three) at the mall, and I need to pee. Thankfully, there’s a family restroom with a short line, so we wait our turn.
Son: “Why are we here? I don’t need to pee.”
Me: “Yes, but Mommy does.”
Son: *Shocked* “You pee?!”
Me: “Uh, everybody pees!”
Son: *Even more shocked* “But you’re a girl!”
Me: “Girls pee, too.”
Son: “But girls don’t have a peepee hole!”
Me: “They do, and guess what? Babies come out of it.”
Son: “But… but… I was a baby!”
Me: “Yup.”
Son: “Nooooooo! I don’t wanna be peepee! I don’t wanna!”
In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea, but I gave him a Ziploc of apple slices, and he totally forgot about it and started talking about boogers.
