What is That?

For Easter we had the entire family in Texas get together, like always, and celebrate with chaos and food. It's what we do almost weekly here. My Uncle Dan and his family even stopped in to celebrate the occasion. And, Tristan's umbilical cord finally fell off. He has a belly button!!!

I was changing Tristan's diaper (no where else but the couch, sorry Dad!) when five year old Sadie, from a family of five girls and a very modest Dad came by. "What's that?" She said as she pointed to his "nether regions." I knew it was coming but I wasn't sure what her Mom wanted me to say. I responded, "It's what makes him a little boy." "That's what makes him a boy?" she thought about it for a minute. "Oh. OK." Short pause. "What is it?" I didn't think of a good term quick enough so I just said, "It's his outdoor plumbing." She rolled that over in her mind. "Outdoor plumbing?" She asked a couple more questions I can't remember, and then "Does Dad have one?" .... that's when I suggested she go ask her Dad. I was done changing his diaper anyway. Since her Dad was flipping through a slide show for everyone, she opted to go outside and play with her cousins. A few hours later she brought the subject up again while Jeff was sitting next to me. "Does Jeff have one?" I smiled, "You have to ask him!" Jeff winced, but put on a brave face when she moved towards him. "Jeff, do you have one of those?" He smiled and answered in the affirmative. "So you have that too?" She confirmed. Jeff said very authoritatively, "I do!" She looked at him hard in the face for a minute. And then she left. Thank goodness. That could have gotten awkward real fast.

So now they're "what makes him a boy." I didn't think telling someone else's little girl the official term was OK, and I didn't think quick enough to call it anything else. Oh well. There'll be more questions like that in the future I am sure. So!!! Speaking of naked kids, my Dad and Mom got somewhere around two thousand 35mm slides scanned from years 1974 (Oh Em Gee, nice hair and short shorts, Dad!) to 1993 (Nice coke bottle glasses, Mom!). They're fantastic. We found some real gems. Like this one of Tyler.

If we're friends on Facebook you've already seen this posted with the caption, "Look! It's Tyler as a baby! Tyler-I sent this to Facebook as well :) Thank you technology... and Dad for scanning slides!" ... I also sent it to Tyler. And, if you hadn't noticed, I didn't do as good of a job there as I did here cropping the picture. I did try! Tyler texted back:

"Just crop out my nether region, I don't want the world seeing my dingaling. And are you sure it's me?"

"Uh. I tried to crop but uh I don't think it made it all the way..." I texted back.

"What?"

five seconds later...

"!"

"Did you at least blur it?!"

"Did you even think of my poor dingaling?"

He obviously then checked the photo closer. "No, because you only think of yourself."

I almost felt a little guilty. "I can't help but think of myself I am so good looking. Uh, no it's not blurred.. I sent it from my phone. Oops!"

"Yeah. Child pornographer."

I wasn't even born yet!!! "Dad took the picture, I had nothing to do with it. Why were you naked anyway? Little flasher."

"It was performance art."