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My daughter is going through a “phase”.

It is a rather confusing phase, involving constant questions about certain body parts. Or a certain body PART, I should say.

While we’ve been down the “what do girls have” and “what do boys have” road before, this time it’s different. This time it’s Every. Single. Hour.

It would seem my two year old is consistently perplexed by the difference between boys and girls, men and women. It’s something that troubles her tiny brain, as she tries to work out if the person standing before her has a “willy” or a “tuppy”.*

This would not be a problem if the question was a silent one in her head. It wouldn’t even be a problem if she whispered the question out loud, to me alone.

But she doesn’t.

What follows is a transcribed version of this afternoon’s dash to the supermarket.

Frog (in car): Mummy? You have tuppy?

Me (also in car, trying to park): Yes poppet. I have a tuppy. Because I am a girl.

Frog (later, in supermarket trolley): Mummy? That man? Man has willy?

Me (perusing the pants aisle, all at 25% off): Hmmmm? Yes – that man has a willy. I think. I mean, I assume so. Because he is a boy.

Frog: Mummy? I have tuppy. I not boy.

**Pause to get round veg and nappy selections, before ending at till*

Frog: Mummy?

Me: In a minute poppet, I just need to sort out the shopping.

Frog: MUMMY?

Me (turning red, in a busy queue full of elderly people): Just a sec. Hang on a minute.

Frog: MUUUUUUUMMY?!!!!

Me: Fine. Yes? What’s up?

Frog: You have tuppy?

I have tuppy?

That man (pointing to old man sorting his shopping next to her) – he have willy?

(At this point there is a pause for breath, before a ten decibel roar.)

I NO LIKE WILLIES! I SCARED OF THE WILLY! HATE WILLY! I LIKE TUPPY!

 

I can never go back.

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*NOTE: “Tuppy” would not be my choice word. But my toddler has gone with it, so who am I to argue?