We all remember this scene from Kindergarten Cop. The boy stands up and tells Arnold about which private parts belong to which sex. Well, a few days ago Eman had a mental breakdown in the car. I couldn’t stand his screaming, and I pulled over in McD’s to check on him. My intention was to just give him his pacifier and woobie, get back in the car, and take off. Oh that was not to be. Eman had blown out. It was gross, and it needed immediate attention. I got LadyA out of the car, and the three of us headed for the bathrooms to wash Boy down and get him changed. On the way out of the bathroom, after LadyA had been a little angel waiting for us, she made her announcement to the world. It sounded like this (begin little tiny voice yelling at the top of her lungs in a dinner-time-full McD’s):

[Boy] has a penis. I’m not allowed to touch it. It’s not mine. I have a ‘Gina. I’m allowed to touch it because it’s mine; but not when people are looking.

Then, with pride in her eyes, she looked up and me and said “Right, Mama?”. All I could do was say, “Sounds right to me!”, while I watched a guy with a mustache snarf soda out of his nose. It was pretty awesome. She’s processing everything, and this was just her time to declare her understanding of anatomy and public appropriateness that goes with it. Next time, I will teach her not to yell in a restaurant about them.