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Anatomy Lessons with a Two Year Old

Dear Mom,

I have to tell you the funniest story. Margo is learning about body parts lately, and seems quite intrigued by the workings of certain female bits. Months ago, when I was still pregnant with Maude, she took a bath with me, and we discussed where Maude was living, and where she would emerge. Margo got her face really close to this spot and urged her baby sister Maude to come join us. ."Out, Maude" (motioning all the while).

Fast forward several months, and Margo decides to peek in on me while I'm showering. The conversation went a little something like this:
Margo: "Mama's bagina. Maude lived in there."

Mama: "Well, not exactly. Maude came out of there. Maude lived in Mama's tummy. And Margo did too."

Margo: "Yup. Margo, too. And an hibou?"

Mama: "Er, no. No hibou. Just a Maude and a Margo."

A few days ago, Margo informed me, while we were changing Maude's diaper, that Maude had a bagina. She followed this statement up with: "and Mama, too. Maude and Margo lived in there. And Papa lived in Grandmaman's. And Mama lived in Grandma's."

Proof positive that not only does she get how anatomy works (sort of), but she knows you. She said your name, and it brought tears to my eyes. Powerful stuff, that.

- Donna




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