When my 9 year old daughter was 3, we often went to the library. On this particular day, I asked her to sit at a computer table and draw while I checked out our books (2 feet away).
I get up to the counter and my sweet little child says to me with a grin on her face (LOUDLY),
“Mama, I am drawing Papa’s Penis”.
O.K. I have NO idea why she was doing that, or why she chose that particular moment to shout it in a very quiet library, but it didn’t stop there.
I whisper (very red in the face)
“O.K. honey. That is nice. We don’t use that word in the library.”
She then replies,
“What? Penis?Penis penis penis?”
(All said in a very sing songy LOUD voice). Meanwhile, an elderly lady is siting right next to her giving me a very disapproving look– the stink eye. I might have climbed under the table and covered my ears, but that was only what I wanted to do.
I gathered all my Mom strength and quickly checked out the books and walked briskly out of the library with a very satisfied daughter in tow. She is now 9 and has never done that again. Whew.
{This tale of woe is brought to us by Noggin Toppers… a creative, a mom, and apparently, a woman with quite a reputation at the local library!}
*Photo of kid drawing by Tami Kennedy, on Flickr
Hee hee hee. Timing is superb!