Personal curiosity

Children are curious. It is how they learn. We all know that, we accept that. Until it comes to curiosity of a distinctly personal nature.

Our dear one was just 2 years old. She so wonderfully delved into the world of speaking rather early. At about two and a half (that decimal place popping up again) became rather curious about Mom's body compared to hers.

I try to not be self conscience in front of her and all that but you don't want to be a nudist either. She noticed the difference between us in the 'chestal' area. She asked what they were and I was not ready for the question. I explained it as something she will get when she was mommies age. She was okay with this. This time.

The next encounter of a Teton type, she decided she knew what they were. Again, the decimal place gives you wisdom beyond the years. Since she had just won a Scooby Doo doll that was bigger than she, mind you Scooby is male and has no protrusions that bear any resemblance, she decided she would call them 'Scoopies'. Hmmm..... scoopies.

So I went with it. She named them, seemed okay and it is better than using the anatomically correct term with a repeating 2 year old , sorry two and a half year old. Of course, it bears mentioning that a bra then became none other than.... a scoopie holder.

Now, laugh if you must at this story. However, this saved us a HUGE amount of embarrassment one day.

We were shopping at our usual after school Meijer. Dear daughter is riding cart side checking out everything in the store. She was helping pick out vegetables when she caught a glimpse of a person in the aisle. I thought nothing of it until she states:

"Mamma, she has some big scoopies!"

Just loud enough for others to hear, not shouting or obnoxious. But no one quite picked up on it. It was our little secret.

Fortunately the lady was not of Dolly Parton stature or there may have been an issue but that term saved us a few times. I giggled and we went on our way... (As I still do today if she uses the phrase....)