I often won­der if I’m alone, dif­fe­rent, suck in a sec­ret rea­lity TV show.  I mean, really, how many kids can be so inte­res­ted by their pri­vate areas to make up songs about them, regularly?!

My daugh­ter does.

In the car going over a bumpy road: My ba-gina is ti-i-i-i-ckling meee meee mee eeeee!

Sit­ting with a glass of water bet­ween her legs:  Ohh, ohh, ohh it is cold, cold, cold.  My ba-gin-a is cold, cold, cold.

And that’s only my daugh­ter.  Let’s not even talk about all the new things my son has lear­ned about himself.…

Son:  gig­gle gig­gle, look Mom, my wie­ner (new favo­rite word) is stic­king out of my undies!!  That’s funny!!

Yes, Son, that’s funny.

Not.