And part of me died.
But two minutes later, for only the second time ever, she started sobbing when I attempted to leave her with her class who was in the midst of pledging allegiance to the flag and my little girl was back, needing mom more than ever.
We're having full conversations now. Awesome stuff. About her friends in class "Timmy hit me!", the books she likes, her favorite dinosaurs (Pteradactyl, for the record. Last week was a T-Rex week) She's having conversations with her dad too, but apparently some of those aren't quite as joyous, for him, anyway.
Yesterday, as we climbed those same steps to the YMCA a man and his child were right behind us and, as the man struggled to pretend he couldn't hear us, our conversation went thusly:
Violet: Look mom, it's a boy!
Me: Yep. You're right. He's a boy.
Violet: (Pointing) He's wearing a pee-nus!
Me: (Hurrying her along) Yes.
Violet: I have a ba-china! (Pronounced buh-chyna)
Me: (Quietly, yet still answering so as not to dim her enthusiasm for anatomy and whatnot) Yes. That's right.
Violet (Loudly) Boys wear a pee-nus and girls have a ba-china.
Me: (No response)
Violet: Right Mom, right? BOYS HAVE A PEE-NUS AND GIRLS HAVE A BA-CHINA!
Me: Yes, Violet. Yes! You got it.
Bachina. Her interpretation of vagina which I said to her once after she pointed to herself and asked what it was. Previously I had wondered what I'd say when this time came. As I've mentioned, I'm not a fan of cutesy little names for body parts. I remember reading a string of comments somewhere in which several people said their parents called their private parts everyday words, I think one woman’s parents called her vagina a ‘doughnut’ and she said doughnuts were forever ruined for her. Can you imagine? A life in which doughnuts are gross? A live not worth living, I say. Completely and utterly tragic. Even more completely and utterly tragic in a totally different way: my grandma called penises "shamers". As in - "When you're in the tub make sure you warsh yer shamer real good". Shamer. Yeah. That should give you some kind of clue as to my sexual hang-ups stemming from Mormonism.
The doughnut story (and the shamer business) is the reason I went with penis and vagina when asked by Violet about Henry's foreign bits and then her own. But still, the terms sound so clinical, which is why I don't really correct Violet when she says bachina. It's a made up word that is a mispronunciation of the original word that eventually she'll begin pronouncing correctly. Or not. Maybe we'll make a life joke out of it, you know? Of course, she may ultimately develop a bad association with vagina and China but, well, the country has a terrible record of treating anything with vaginas horribly so perhaps that isn't too far off anyway.
What about you? What do your kids call their parts? What did your parents call yours?