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the room and as my sister and I were having a conversation, I overheard Phillip's small voice, quite boldly, behind me saying, "You gotta PEENIE, you gotta GYNA, you gotta GYNA, GYNA, PEENIE, PEENIE, GYNA. At first I was sort of shocked as I turned around and noticed eight or nine other people sitting in a row of chairs behind us. There was Phillip walking in front of them giving them his toddler version of anatomy.

He would walk in front of a woman, stop, look up at her and touch her knee lightly and then boldly announce, "GYNA." and then he would walk on and continue the process with the next seated individual. I don't know who was having more fun, the elderly observers receiving the anatomy lesson or Phillip himself. He danced like John Travolta when one woman smiled and said, "He is so smart. He knows all of our parts just by looking at us!"

You see, from the time Phillip was an infant I would teach him about the differences between men and women and what his parts would be used for when he was a daddy and how they would work. I taught him at his level of learning in simple language. I think I said something like, "When you grow up and you become a daddy, you get to cuddle in a special way with your wife and put a baby inside her body. Boys and daddies have penises and girls and mommies have vagina's. As he grew he would ask deeper questions. I would give him deeper answers, the answers he needed, when he needed it. It is my opinion that there is no cookie cutter way to do this as some children don't ask as many questions. Some children simply don't ask questions that often. It is totally based on the individual child and their level of curiosity.

One thing I do remember was living in Nebraska my grandmother always grew the big, round pink flowers called Peonies. One day Phillip was a bit confused when I mentioned the big, round Peonies growing in her yard in front of her home.

He said, "Do GYNAS grow in the yard too?"

That question took some creative explaining on my part. His fears were quickly eased with my answer and all was good once again in his active little mind.

Another incident happened while waiting at Target to get photos of the kids. At the time I only had Marie and my sons Phillip and Sam. I was pregnant with Josephine, who is number four. It had been a long and stressful day with all the kids and being pregnant didn't help. There were mothers spitting on their hands and wiping their childrens hair into place. There were crying babies, wild

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