My Penis is growing a baby!!!"

Just one of the lines that came from this evenings bath time conversation. Once in a while, my little man ( 4 yrs) has an inquiring mind about his favorite appendage. One day it was about size/shape/colour in comparison to his best buddy, another blaming "bad penis" for peeing all over the toilet seat. Today he noticed his testes.

"Mommy, what are those wiggly, wrinkly things bugging my penis?"

"Those are your testes sweetie."

"What are they there for?"

"That's where the sperm grows so you can make a baby one day when you are a man."

"So I can grow a baby?"

"No, you can grow sperm that will later help to grow a baby."

This was obviously not quite enough information, as when he made the title announcement to his six year old sister whom is well versed (in her mind) about all things relating to human reproduction, she was quick to shut him down and tell him that only girls could grow babies, looking to me for confirmation after her "don't be such an idiot" tone directed towards her brother in her reply.

And since he is so great at ignoring most of everything that springs forth from her when said tone is utilized, he carried on with his fantasy that when he was a man, (a fact he wasn't too thrilled about having to wait on), he was going to grow us all a new baby and we could keep it in the fancy room (formal living room) so that everyone could watch him grow and sleep, and that Little Man would take very good care of him. All very fitting considering Gman's imaginary friends consist of a variety of babies he carries around in his pocket, hand, back pack etc. Baby world exists in his room, and quite often one of the babies is suddenly with us - defined by color. There is white baby and black baby, blue baby and green baby, purple baby, spotted baby, striped baby . . . you get the idea. Where his fascination comes from, no one knows as we have no babies in our family future nor do we talk about babies other than those in Gman's baby world.

I hope this doesn't mean I'm looking at an early grandmotherhood . . . obviously it is time to get the childhood sex ed books out around here!