It was Bud’s Broiler, not Port of Call, that cooked up Paul’s first hamburger in 16 years. Will, who has been asking for nothing but hamburger for 4 days straight, was in heaven. It was in this memorable moment, between dipping his burger bites into his little cup of red-eye, that Will turned to me and clearly asked:
“Mommy, d’you havea pee-nus?”
I blinked and cleared my throat, quickly looking to catch the eyes of fellow diners, glancing over with smiles. Is this a conversation that we want to get into now? Here?
“No, Will. Mommies and little girls do not have them. And remember,” switching to a loud whisper, “we talk about penises at home, right?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Pause. Another bite of burger goes in.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, Will?”
“Does Granna have a pee-nus?”
Amy Lee | 12-Nov-06 at 7:08 am | Permalink
My morning coffee just about came out my nose! That is too funny and too cute! I thought it was going to be story about the gastrointestinal consequences of Paul’s first burger, but perhaps it’s too soon to report on that ;-). Burgers were one of my BIG pregnancy cravings, even now, and yesterday I indulged in my weekly McDonald’s Happy Meal…if you call that a burger. I haven’t splurged on a “real” juicy burger yet. – Aunt Amy
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