Aiden burst into the bedroom, crying and holding a paper airplane.
A- It's broken, Mommy! Fix it!
K- I'll fix it when I finished getting dressed. Give Mommy a minute.
Aiden cries lower and continues to shove the paper plane in my direction.
K- Okay. Go stand over there and wait. I'll fix it. (I point to the other side of the bed. Aiden can barely see over the mattress)
Aiden climbs up onto the bed and waits; watching as I get dressed.
A- Mommy? Where's your penis? On your back?
K- What, sweetie?
A- Your penis on your back? Mine's is right here (he points to his tushie).
K- No, punky, your penis is in the front...
A- Right here? (He squishes his baby nads)
K- Mmm-Hmm. That's right.
A- Is that your penis? (He points to my chest area)
K- (deep sigh) No, hunny, these are Mommy's breasts...