In Which Wuh-Wuh Is the New Snacktrap

Are you surprised that my youngest child can say “vulva?” I didn’t think so. Actually, it’s more like “wuh-wuh,” I’m sure “wulva” is just a month or two away.

So it’s “wuh-wuh” when I change her droopy, and “wuh-wuh” when I just get out of the shower.

Last weekend we were having a slow start. Strudel was in the bed with me and Companion walked in after showering. Strudel gave the “HELLOOOO, wut’s all this then?” look as she watched the Pop Tart and scrabblebag jiggle by.

“WUH-WUH!” she concluded, pointing at her dad’s naughty bits.

“No, Strudel, it’s not a vulva,” he corrected.

Her brows knitted and I could see the little hourglass turning over in her head. She pointed at her father’s crotch again.

“POO-POO!” she concluded.

At the age of eighteen months she has determined that external genitals are inefficient. We are so proud!

8 thoughts on “In Which Wuh-Wuh Is the New Snacktrap

  1. Thanks, that’s great to hear because Companion was a little chagrined about that.

    If he wants to get his side out, he should get his own blog stub.

  2. OMG! My wife did exactly the same thing as a youngun’. She confided to her mum one morning as her dad stepped out of the shower, ‘Mummy, Daddy’s got a big poo!’

    He didn’t appear naked in front of her ever again.

    At least it was a BIG poo…

  3. I have this post screenshotted and backed up now, just incase the little one becomes a senator or rich or an evangelist or something.

    “Extortion: Because the X makes it sound so awesome…”

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