I was holding Gabi during worship service this morning. We were swaying to the music and having a very nice mommy daughter moment.
She sweetly cupped my face in her hands and leaned in to ask me a question.
Gabi: Mommy? Do all boys have peanuts?
Me: What? Oh. Um, yes, all boys have penises.
Gabi: Even little boys have peanuts?
Well, what an interesting conversation to get into during worship!
Me: Yes, even little boys. ALL boys have penises.
Gabi: Mommy? Do all girls have beeginas? Even the little girls?
Might as well keep going at this point.
Me: Yes, sweetie, all girls have vaginas.
Gabi, getting louder: But older women have hair on their beeginas. Mommy, does all that hair make you itch?
Me, trying not to die with laughter: No, it's not itchy. Now, let's not talk anymore. It's rude to talk during worship.
The best part about the whole thing? There is now a whole row of people at church that know I have a hairy vagina. I'd much rather have kept them guessing.