No Mystery Here

This post is sort of in response to some of the responses I've seen from yesterday's post. I wasn't originally going to write this down. But in the spirit of full disclosure...

It's hard to remember sometimes that Ben is only six. And other times... well, it can be really, really easy. We've already "recycled" the picture he drew this past weekend, so I won't be sharing it here visually. That's ok. It is burned into both his parents' brains, and we'll take this one for the team.

For a very long time, he has been into drawing things and labeling all the parts. What we found on the coffee table Sunday morning was another one of these drawings. It was beautiful in its simplicity, yet disturbingly accurate.

It consisted of two large ovals, with a dark line between them. Below the two ovals were a dark, egg-shaped blob and another light-colored blob with several segments. The dark blob and the segmented blob were each labeled "poop". The big ovals were each labeled "ceck" (cheek). And an arrow to the line down the middle labeled that area as "poop out". That's right... poop and butts. These are still two of the main topics for discussion in our household.

And in semi-related news (again, I wasn't going to write about this), Penelope loves baths. She was a little upset that Ben got to have a bath tonight and she didn't (she had hers this morning). She attempted to argue her way into one by saying, "But I NEED a bath! My brain is stinky!" Now I'm wondering if she saw Ben's picture too.