Ha ha! I remember Dr. Dobson taught that when teaching children verbiage for referring to certain body parts or bodily functions, we should use caution, because it will be screamed across the church pews, or in the middle of the grocery story or at a grandfather’s funeral. With this in mind, we chose carefully how the Brady Brood would be referring to the bathroom, saying “#1” and “#2”, as they were the lesser of many evils.
However, when it came to the body part, it seemed strange to give it a “code name,” because the code names that I had heard never seemed to soften the sound:
“Mom! My wee-wee hurts!” from across the room didn’t leave anyone guessing what was in pain. “Mom! my piggy is sticking out of my underwear!” just doesn’t sound like a cleaner thing to discuss in public. Pretty much, the body part is just that: a part of the body, and so we didn’t rename it anything special.
When my first son was newly potty-trained, I hadn’t put it together yet that boys usually STAND to use the toilet. oops! So there were a lot of issues -especially in small stalls of public restrooms. Two of us had to fit in there, and I was usually standing in the front, at the target position of his weapon while he sat. I would often say -with urgency in my voice, attempting to avoid getting sprayed- “Hold your penis down! Hold it down!” to get it contained before I got wet.
Once in a public bathroom FULL of ladies, after my 2-year-old son had used the bathroom, I took my turn, while he stood in front of me in the same stall. With tremendous urgency in his voice, but LOUDER than I have ever said it, he said, “Hold your penis down, Mommy! Hold it down!”
I suddenly felt like the girl in the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot-bikini who didn’t want to come out of the water. I was afraid to come out of that stall.
I don’t think it would have mattered if we had renamed the body part.
I just thought you’d enjoy a laugh!