I just had a conversation with my 21 month old about anatomy.
I am a little stunned. And I'm not really stunned about his questioning of body part; I'm mostly shocked because of his newest word to describe a certain body part: boobies.
Wait, what? We don't use that word to describe the bumpy chest area that produces milk and is commonly found on mommies. No, no. We've always used the technical term here -- breasts. And the toddler, for as long as I can remember, has always used an even more technical word for them -- milks. But I guess since he stopped nursing after I lost all of my milk sometime in the middle of this pregnancy that he must have needed a new word for them because they just weren't living up their name anymore. So they are boobies now.
And I have no idea from where he got this sort of language. It's like because he weaned he suddenly turned into a teenage boy overnight. Now I know that boys, especially as they grow older, begin to form quite an affinity for this body part, but I thought I, at least, had about ten more years before we started having these kinds of conversation. I thought at least he might be out of diapers first. But I was wrong. Here's how it all started:
The toddler was lying on the floor with his head on the dog's stomach. He turned around and pointed to the dog's nipples and declared "boobies!"
"What did you say?" I asked him.
"Boobies!" he declared again and pointed at the dog's nipples.
"Um, those are not called boobies!" I replied, still kind of shocked.
The toddler looked confused. He came over to me and then pointed at my chest and declared, "boobies!"
"Um, yes, breasts. But I guess what you said is right, too," I admitted not wanting to confuse him. It's not like "boobies" is a dirty word. Or inappropriate. I guess it's an easy word to describe said anatomy. I guess we can go with it.
The toddler immediately jumped down and pointed to his chest and declared "boobies."
"Um, no, honey," I said, quite awkwardly. "Boys don't have, umm, boobies. You and the dog are boys."
"Boys no have boobies," the toddler said quite seriously.
"You're right," I said. "No, boys don't have, ugh, boobies."
He looked me square in the eye and very solemnly said, "Daddy no have boobies, mommy."
I guess the toddler thought I needed a bit of education. And with that I will agree -- though I know my husband does not, in fact, have boobies, I do NOT know where this new word came from. And I do not know what has tipped off this new fascination. It's not like we ever watch TV, and he doesn't attend school. And I hope to God he isn't learning this in the church nursery, so where oh where did boobies come from?!