A proud, proud day in the Smith house.

So today I arrive to pick up my daughter from pre-k as the children and their parents are all making their way outside.  When Rhonda catches my attention and says “I have one for you today.”  From her tone, I knew I was in for a doozie.

When Rhonda was no longer busy with another family she told me how the class had been playing with play doh.  Then she continued on.

…informing me that my daughter, of all the things in the world she could have created, that my daughter made a penis.

Yep.  A penis.

Instinctively my hands flew to my mouth.

Of course, it had to be MY daughter.

I then picked my eyeballs up off the floor and returned them to their sockets.

Rhonda laughed, and very soon it was just she, Tracy (my daughter’s pre-k teacher heard us out in the hall and came to join our discussion), and myself.  Oh the story…  the details…  the visuals…

When Lily-Ann had explained what she was crafting:  “It’s a penis!”  They had looked back and forth at one another, neither willing to touch what she’d shared with a ten foot poll.  And Rhonda’s use of her hands while telling the story just about had me peeing myself.  She showed how the kid had been rolling it out on the table with vigor, how big and thick a piece of play doh she’d used.  Oh my.


Now for a bit of back story for clarity:

I am very open.  I’ll talk about anything.  I believe in being honest and I don’t sugar coat things.  So when my daughter was one and a half and began having questions we talked about where babies come from.  We talked about how flowers produce seeds, how birds lay eggs, how puppies come to be born, and how she (and other babies) are also born… and how all these things are alike, yet very different.  And how even from family to family, everyone has a different birth story.

By the time the kid was two she knew the difference (and proper names) for her parts.  And if you ask her, she’ll happily tell you the difference between many different (for some folk, uncomfortable to mention) body parts and whether they are male organs or female organs, where they can be found, and what they’re for.  So, I suppose it was only a matter of time before she began sharing her education.

Back to today:

Later, after returning home and settling into our late afternoon routine, I asked the girlie what she made with her play doh.  She was completely open and nonchalant about the whole thing.  With a shrug, she replied “a penis”.  No big deal.  Then I heard her Dad walk in the front door, and before we could get any further, she ran off to welcome him home.

So what does my husband get greeted with as soon as he arrives home?  Her story, told rather proudly (because it must be important if so many people feel the need to talk about it), about how she made a penis at school.  But it was okay since “it didn’t look like a real one because I made it orange.”

If nothing else, the girlie now knows that just like we shouldn’t talk about our vulva at the grocery store we also shouldn’t make a play doh penis at school.  Valuable lessons that we wish we’d thought to teach PRIOR to it becoming very evident that we needed to teach them.

Lesson learned.

I wonder what she’ll teach me I should have taught her next.


About Tobi-Dawne

Tobi-Dawne Smith is many things to many people... photographer, canine behaviour expert, equal rights activist, green politician, lactivist, intactivist, writer, crafter, dog handler, third wave feminist, etc. But most important in her life is her role as mother to an amazing five year old. Learn more about TD at http://www.tobi-dawne.com/ follow her blog at https://td365.wordpress.com/ get to know her daughter at http://lilyannslemonade.wordpress.com/ or check out her work at http://tdphotography.me/

Posted on October 4, 2011, in Family, Joy Journey, Just a Note, Our World, Parenting, People, Wee Girlie and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. oh my, tears rolling from laughter.

  2. Its like you were family…. similar stories about my nieces and son…. or the one about me on a ten foot wall naked eating green onions pinched from a neighbours garden at age 3.

  3. Great story! It’s important to be have such open communication with our kids–even if it does lead to an occasionally embarrassing (and funny!) moment like this.

    • Agreed! Our open communication certainly won’t be squelched by this (or the embarrassing moments yet to come). We just have to keep in mind that not everyone is as open or willing to talk about these kinds of things – and remind the girlie that not every place is appropriate for such discussions or displays of creativity. LOL

  4. This was GREAT!! Loved it 🙂 I totally agree with teaching our children EARLY on about their bodies – if we don’t do it, they will learn it from their friends and oh my!! lol

    • Glad you enjoyed it. LOL

      …and exactly! I’d rather her questions be answered with love, care, and respect. That she have real information. These things are too important to leave them to the communal learning that happens when children get together and share myths and untruths.

  5. Even two and a half years later, this is still one of my favourite Kid Kid stories… And it continued further after I’d written it down: The next day she shrugged, not understanding the fuss, and with this absolutely dumbfounded, priceless look on her face she remarked on how she couldn’t have made it realistic, even if she’d wanted to, because she couldn’t put hair on it. LMFAO She really is the most awesome kid ever!

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