And So It Begins...

Bathtime for the kids used to be one of my favorite times. Then came Avery's broken arm, which turned bathtime into a hassle since the kids could not take one together. Now that the cast fiasco is over, the fun has not returned to bathtime.

For me anyway.

The kids love it more than ever. I'm just tired of being completely soaked by the end of it all.

So on Monday night I decide to try a new tactic.

Start Braden's bath first.

Get him clean.

Add Avery.

Let them play for a bit. (Small bit.)

Take Braden out, and give him to Kenny.

Bathe Avery.

Let her play.

This way they both enjoy their bath alone and with each other, but it is not as stressful for me.

I say all of this to begin my story.

During the "adding Avery" stage of the process, I realize that she is gazing at Braden's "special area." I continue to watch her to see where this will go. She stops looking at him long enough to look at herself.

Finally her eyes meet mine briefly before she follows Braden as he turns his back on her.

Then it comes.

"Momma, what's that hole? I don't have one."

For some reason this is super hilarious to me. I wondered how long it would take her to notice their differences. Then hole? Weird description.

I say, "well honey, God made boys and girls differently."

(I'm trying to think of what I will say next because her newest word is "WHY?")

Luckily the 'why' is replaced with an, "oh."

"So, momma, you look like me?"

(Kenny enters the bathroom while I respond with a yes.)

"And Daddy, you look like Braden?"

I fill him in on the details. He snorts and adds, "well, sort of."

And surprisingly, the conversation is over. She's satisfied with that.

I'm preparing now for her future, probing questions that are sure to come.