2 year olds. What is it about 2 year olds? They have no filter & can’t be taken anywhere. When I take Roman anywhere, he is full of questions and has so many thoughts and he’s not shy about expressing them. He’s curious about everything and well, just awesome in my opinion. Until the other day he did something not so awesome. I had an apt. with the dermatologist. Acne at 28. Anyway, we were in the waiting room when an older woman, maybe 65/70, walked out of one of the rooms and into the waiting room. It was clear that the Dr. had removed something from her face. The woman had cream or oil on her face and a bandage on her cheek. And then, she spotted my Roman (as most old ladies do) and I immediately got nervous (because Roman doesn’t have a filter right now) ”Well, hi there handsome!” She started conversation. Oh no. I knew this wouldn’t go as planned. “WHAT’S ON YOUR CHEEK!” he shouted in a high pitched voice. At that moment, there had to of been at least 8 other people in the waiting room not including the 3 receptionists at the desk. ”Roman.” I said. The lady bent down, “Well that’s a boo boo and I have bandage on.” and she smiled. In my head I’m thinking, “Please leave woman. Tell him he’s cute, I’ll tell him to say ‘thank you mam’ and be on your way.” But just as I thought that, Roman tilted his little head, batted his long, beautiful eye lashes (these eye lashes)…
and replied, “You have a Hagina?”
(that would be vagina pronounced with an ‘H’ – not a spelling error)
Seriously, somebody shoot me now. I quickly say, “ROMAN. NO. NO. Roman! I’m sorry mam, he’s learning. He’s 2. He’s learning the difference between girls and boys. I’m sorry…. Oh, ROMAN.” I wanted to crawl under the chair. Where’s the nurse??? Please come and call my name. And woman with the bandage and oil on your face, PLEASE LEAVE!!! The waiting room went from SILENCE to GIGGLES to SILENCE to small chit chat again. Good Lord.
“Angelique?” called the nurse. – Thank the Lord on High
We got back to the room and I said to Roman, “Roman, we do not to ask people about their body. We keep our private parts private and we don’t talk about them with anyone other than mommy or daddy. That’s bad. Don’t ever do that again. Do you understand?” He looked at me (again, with those lashes) and said, “Mommy? You have a hagina?” Sternly, I answered, “YES ROMAN. Girls have a vagina & boys have a penis. No more talking about it.”
Just like that, it was the end of hagina talk. I had my appointment, we walked to Uncle Anthony’s Pizza Shop and there was no more talk of haginas. Well, until Nana visited later in the week… I guess he needed to check with her too.