Well, yes, I suppose it is fancy, now that you mention it

As you may have heard, we have quite a bit of penis talk around this house.

That is to say, we call a penis a penis and not a wee-wee or a tallywhacker or a wing-wang or anything else one might call it.

(Oh, who are we kidding? We've always had a lot of penis talk, since way before having kids. It's one of my favorite things to talk about, it seems.)

Anyway, Jordan has become rather fascinated with this particular appendage. If he's home, he's very likely naked. And if he's naked, he's holding his penis.

"I'm just holding my penis, Mama."

I don't want to make him feel ashamed of being interested in his penis, you know? So I've just made this rule that when we have company over we need to at least have underwear on.

But he and India still have plenty of nakey time.

The other day he was telling India once again that when she grows up she'll be a big boy and then she'll have a penis. And I said, "Actually, India is a girl. She's not going to turn into a boy."

"Not even when she gets bigger?"

(I opted not to go into the possibility of gender reassignment surgery, because while yes, technically she could be a male when she grows up if she chooses to, I'm just going to operate on the assumption that she's happy being female and go forward with that.)

"Nope. Girls are girls. She's never going to have a penis."

"What does she have?"

"A vagina. Girls have vaginas."

"VAH-GI-NAH! Well! That sounds fancy!"