"What deese are?"
This is Jaxon's newest phrase.
He asks it a few times a week- generally when there are other people around- and asks while patting on my chest.
I calmly answer him that "these" are my breasts. Then we get in the whole "You don't have a penis momma." "Nana has no penis either". "Girls don't have a penis, only boys."
Half of me just wants to shirk the question and change the subject, but I KNOW that if I do, he will know it is taboo and bring it up all the time. Maybe 5 times a day instead of once, or goodness knows- ask Nana or a teacher at school what "deese" are called as well.
How do I know you ask?
It became obvious a couple days ago he walked in my room holding a strapless bra in his hands, eyebrows lifted all the way to his hairline, but an expression I could tell he knew what he was asking. "What diss is?"
Oh yeah little buddy, I know what you are up to.