Is That His Butt? Part 3/finale Anyway, she has taken this one-on-one bathroom time to occasionally ask questions as well. The basics, like what things are called. I guess when she was in diapers and everything pretty much got cleaned all at once, there wasn’t a great need to differentiate between her butt and other areas under the diaper. Now that she wipes herself in the front and Mommy or Daddy or grandma wipe her rear end, I guess she naturally wondered about it. She was referring to it ALL as her butt, which I didn’t like, but I’ll admit I’m not sure larger words that were more anatomically correct - and harder to pronounce - would have been the right thing at the time, either. And I wasn’t sure what word or words we were going to be using, but I also wasn’t giving it a lot of thought. Until the time when swim class ended and we were changing in the open area with a little boy. There were three of us. Well, that is, three kids and their attendees. One was a little boy from a different class, with his dad, and one was a little girl that used to be in Savvy’s class, with her mom and grandma. We’d done this changing room thing a lot of times, and like I said, the open area is good because it’s more open. However, being open, kids can see the other kids changing. Sometimes the kids will chat a little back and forth as the parents work to get them dressed. Sometimes they will comment on somebody else’s cute Little Mermaid towel or pretty Dora dress. Or they might point straight at the naked little boy’s crotch and ask loudly: “Is that his BUTT?” Silence in the changing room. Except for the noise my face made as it turned red. And my pounding heart beat. Lucky for me, his dad had his back to us and didn’t see where she pointed. The mom and grandma were busy dressing their kid and didn’t notice, either. But they all turned to look at us. As I pondered my answer, SHE ASKED IT AGAIN! She looked up at me and said “Daddy, is that his butt?” “Well, honey,” I began, “everybody has a butt.” The laughter from the other parents capped off the tortured explanation I was attempting to think of and stammer out, giving me the much needed distraction to change the subject. “Are you ready to go to Grandma’s house?” I asked. She was. So was I. Close call. Second rule of swim class: Change In The Cubicles. THE END If you liked this story, please click the LIKE button below, and go to our “Savvy Stories” home page and LIKE that (we won’t spam you); and then SHARE this story with your friends on your FB Timeline. This will help us get a book deal with a real publisher! Thanks!
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 10:00:01 +0000