It was bound to happen. I was anticipating it. Changing Reagan's diapers today, Quinn took notice.
Q: "WHAT? Where's Baby Reagan's petey?"
M: "She doesn't have one. She's a girl, and girl's don't have peteys".
Q: "I have a petey. See?" Proceeds to provide evidence.
M: "Yes I see. Girls don't have peteys."
Q: "Oh."
That was it. No "why" questions (which is what I was dreading). No "do you have a petey, mommy?" questions, either (which is also what I was dreading). Just "oh". Thank God for little favors. I got off easy this time.
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