Monday evenings at home with the family….I warn you…make sure you are sitting–and not chewing on anything (would hate to have you choke while reading).
Oh and this post is rated D.N.- for doll nudity.
My stuffy head runny nose kept me home from Zumba tonight. So instead of pretending to shake my hips and be coordinated, I spent the evening being wildly entertained by Principessa.
After doing her “homework” (nightly reading–come now, she is only 5 1/2), Principessa set out to play with her dolls. I set out to start prepping dinner, and Rocket was trying to catch up on email. Principessa interrupted Rocket, enlisting his super sleuth eyes to help her find the “brown blanket” (aka- old changing pad from one of my super cool diaper bags—never used—so I gave it to Principessa to use with her dolls). In the search, Principessa and Rocket un-earthed a magnetic puzzle like dreidel. Principessa walked into the kitchen and asked me:
“Can I have this when I be more careful?” {note to self, need to work on verb tenses}
“Sure”- I responded. {phew, that was easy!}
Thinking that the conversation was done, she added:
“or can I have it once you are dead?”
Me- gulp. uh-oh- here comes trouble. “Why do you think I am going to be dead?”
In a very matter of fact response, Principessa responded,
“You have lots of boo-boos everywhere and you are starting to get old.”
I had to laugh— Rocket did not find the conversation all that funny, but as a mommy— with boo boos (I think she meant my moles)…it was pretty laughable.
For better or worse, little did I know that the night was apparently still young though… it was about to get exponentially funnier.
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As Principessa started to head back upstairs, I asked her (shame on me for asking—I should know better!!) what she was playing. Principessa informed me that she was not playing, she was “working.” {thank you Montessori!} She needed to go change her baby doll’s diapers…especially the doll that:
“had the poop sticking out.”
Thinking that I had not understood, I asked (silly me), “who?”
She added, “the baby with the pal.” (italian for poop–or so I thought–having just called Cara Mamma the Elder to check the spelling, I was informed that this was one of her made up words that she used with us!)
Having a bad feeling about what was coming, I asked her to get the doll in question. And of course, my worst fears were confirmed down she marched with a baby boy doll. (thank you very much Cara Mamma the Elder, for having gotten this doll way back when!).
Notice, the doll has socks on...but apparently other clothing is optional.
Trying not to laugh, I decided that the best course of action was honesty. Principessa likes facts, and information, and although I wished I was not the one to have to teach her the names of these parts, I proceeded with an explanation of boys and girls having different private parts. She did not think the word “penis” was all that funny, but somehow, “vagina”–that was hysterical–so comical that she started singing “I am a girl, vagina, vagina” over and over again.
Seriously, it is only Monday folks! I have a feeling that this could be one heck of a week!
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you chose that doll!5going on 16.Have fun
Great minds think alike!
Too funny! She is 5 1/2 going on 16! But then again, it may be a family trait – at almost exactly her age, one family member together with 10 year older Papi the Brain, recovered from tonsillectomies singing at top voice: “With a little bit of luck” from My Fair Lady…. except that we used another word that rhymed with luck… much to the dismay of your great grandmother.
The way I remember the derivation of pal, was that someone (probably you) decided that it looked like little balls (= palle), and Cara Mamma the Elder abbreviated it to “pal”, hence the newly invented word.
What I really want to know is how you succeed in the “trying not to laugh” department…?
Have a great week!
DN for doll nudity — that’s hilarious! When you’re done with that phrase, maybe I could have it.
Or maybe once you are dead?
Too funny.
Lol! Too too funny, and hey, at least the doll’s feet are warm
Yes warm feet make all the difference!
LOL She’s hilarious.
As an aside, my 2 year old calls my husband’s moles “molettes”. It’s so stinking funny!!
That is HILARIOUS! I haven’t had this talk yet, but I know it’s coming!
It was comical, that is for sure. The good news is that she has not mentioned anything again….
ok that was funny. and maybe i am a little behind times…but i have not seen a doll with *ahem* ‘the pal’ before. where on earth was that doll bought? good heavens am i glad i do not have a boy doll with a wee wee at my house. it would have been the end all!
here from MK.