If you are raising boys, you know that erections start at a very early age. Like birth. I was admittedly caught off-guard (and SHOCKED) the first time it happened. But not any more. It’s old hat around these parts.
My oldest used to struggle with it. Especially during car rides in which he would start screaming and shout: “My penis is sticking up!” I would attempt to calm him down and ensure him all was okay – the situation was only temporary after all.
My husband dealt with this a bit differently. Any time Abe would start panicking over his penis, Dave would simply say: “Good! That means it’s working.”
So that has become our mantra for mini erections. It’s all good. It’s just working.
And then this conversation happened yesterday in the car with my 4-year-old:
Gus: My penis sure is busy.
Gus: My penis. It’s working. It’s busy.
Me: Oh. It’s sticking up?
Gus: Yes. Why does my penis have to do chores?
Happy Friday! Cheers to all those busy, working penises…and little boys who make us belly laugh.