Too steamy to share on facebook

As we're sitting on the bathroom floor today, post pottying and pre re-pantying.

Anonybabe (pointing to a newly discovered spot on her nethers):  What's that?

Me:  Your clitoris.

Anonybabe:  Why? 

Then, as I pause a minute to ponder where I'm going to take that one, she moves on. 

Anonybabe:  Do you have a cla...cl...clitoris?

Me:  Yes, most women have a clitoris.

Anonybabe:  Can I see yours?

Me:  Not today  (???!!  I know why I defer, rather than get into a yes/no battle with my three year old, but for the record my answer creeped me out mightily). 



Why am I surprised that conversations like this are coming up?  This is par for the three year old course, right?  I just wasn't expecting the anatomy question from that particular angle.  Now I'll be ready when she asks about her taint.   

Dancing on the glass ceiling

Hi, kids and kidlettes.  I moved to Iowa recently.  I am here.

And Anonybabe is a whopping three years old.  Old enough to demand princess dresses and nail polish and makeup...lord knows where she learned about these things.  Certainly not from me.

She is fixated on becoming a ballerina, so being a nice mama, I signed her up for a ballet class.  I found a dance studio that does "Storybook Dress-up" class for very young children.  They put on costumes and prance around the studio together for 30 minutes, three days a week for a couple of weeks.  I was picturing Disney princess blechiness.  Somehow, it's worse.

Anonybabe has a teacher who goes by the name "Peach".  She's all of 20, very tan, and very, very good with the kids.  But Peach always seems to work some kind of beat heavy techno into the dancing the girls do.  We can't see them in the studio, but we can hear it seeping through the walls.  We heard it thumping through the door on Wednesday when the girls dressed as cheerleaders before filing out to cheer "Lets! Go! Team!" with metallic pom poms.  And then we heard it again today before the girls filed out at the end of class dressed in tulle and tiaras to curtsy for us.  Maybe she'll play some 90's era Madonna for them when they dress up as cowgirls on Monday.

I'm trying not to get too snobby about the whole affair in front of Anonybabe.  I'm just glad she gets to do something out of the house, and am proud that she is so willing to do this on her own. 

But lordy, what is Peach trying to teach those girls?