Potty Mouth

T and I never definitively talked about what we would tell our children their anatomical parts are called. Consequently, when E was potty training I never called it anything and then one day T somehow told E that he had a penis.

Great. Not exactly the dream word I wanted floating around in the mouth of the boy who never forgets anything and has no social filters. And believe me, he has not forgotten that word. I tried to continue to be discreet, but E would let me know outright what it is. So I was forced out of my prudishness and I try to be comfortable, though still constrained, with the enhanced vocabulary.

Which brings us to sacrament meeting today. About half the children in our ward weren't in attendance today, (Not an exaggeration. I serve in Primary and literally half our seats were empty.) and our sacrament meeting was quiet. Excruciatingly quiet. You can hear the deacons' pants brush each other as they pass the sacrament quiet. E took his piece of bread, chewed, swallowed, and broke the silence by asking me in a normal volume voice:

"Does Jesus have a penis and a bum-bum?"

I think my face went even redder than T's. I couldn't even think of what to say and just as E was about to restate the question I grabbed a tic-tac and popped it in his mouth. The remaining time the sacrament was being passed was occupied by me liberally supplying E with tic-tacs.

Tic-tacs. Apparently they even freshen potty mouth.