At the time this entry was written, Son-One was not quite three months past his third birthday, Son-Two was 21 months old, and Son-Three was a few days past two months old. While I found it mildly disturbing (though not entirely surprising) that size concerns could pop up at such an early age, I was rather impressed that he found a category to fit everyone into. (Even though he had to make one up.)
For the record, all those "yeps" were less agreement and more a concerted effort to not giggle uncontrollably at his sincere attempt to figure things out.
Friday, September 6, 1991
While I was changing Son-Three the other day, Son-One and I had this conversation:
Son-One: Son-Three has a penis.
S-O: Son-Three has a little penis.
S-O: I have a big penis.
S-O: Daddy has a big, giant penis.
S-O: And Son-Two has a little, giant penis.
Me: Uh, yep.