Bumps

Two weekends ago I was getting ready for work when in runs Tyson from outside needing to use the bathroom (remember that we are sharing one bathroom still).

Me: {putting make-up on}

Tyson: {getting the potty seat on the toilet}

Tyson: Mommy, what's that?

Me: Oh, this is mommy's make-up...

Tyson: No, what's that?

Me: {following Tyson's pointed finger} Uh, well.

Tyson: What are those bumps mommy?

Me: Hmm. Those bumps are things that mommy's have.

Tyson: But I have them on my tummy too! They're littler though.

Me: Yes, that IS right.

Tyson: Why are yours bigger mommy?

Me: {seriously?}

Tyson: Do all mommy's have bumps?

Me: Yes, all mommy's have bumps. But we don't talk about our bumps because they are private and we don't talk about them.

Tyson: Like my pee-pee is private?

Me: Yes! That's exactly right.

Tyson: But YOU don't have a pee-pee.

Me: No, mommy doesn't.

Tyson: So why are your bumps so big?

Me: {where is Stuart?}

Tyson: Huh????

Me: Well, that's just that way God made mommy.

Tyson: Why did God made you like that?

Me: Because that's the way he did.

Tyson: Does daddy have bumps like me too?

Me: Why don't you go ask him?

Lesson learned: it's time to start covering up when getting ready.