Things I learned this week:
(1) Apparently if you're a three-year-old boy (a state that can last much longer than a single year, I'm told) the word "pantyhose" is hysterically funny. It sets off paroxysms of laughter (you remember that word from a vocab list, right?). And about the time you are all done laughing, if Grandma says it again, you'll laugh again. And again.
(2) It's easy to tell boys from girls. Woodpeckers, both male and female, have been visiting our bird feeders. The bird book explained that males have red spots on the backs of their heads, and females don't. Meanwhile, Mommy and Daddy have talked with Augie and Vi about male and female body parts; they know that boys have penises and girls have vaginas. Today at Wild Rumpus Daycare we had this conversation:
Pa: Is Augie a boy?
Pa: Who else is a boy?
Augie: My friend Dad, and Pa.
Pa: Is ViMae a boy?
Augie (laughing): No, she's a girl.
Pa: Are Mommy and Grandma boys?
Augie (laughing again): No, they're girls.
Pa: How can you tell?
Augie: Because they don't have red spots on the back of their heads.