One day my then 4 year old son was in my bedroom, playing on my laptop or watching tv or something. And he was naked, of course. Because he was a 4 year old boy and 4 year old boys like to be naked.
Anyway, I was cooking lunch and I hear him screaming for me in an absolute panic. I go running into the room and find him, completely distraught, with a raging baby-boner.
"What's wrong?!"
"It broke!"
"What broke?"
"It broke! It broke!"
"What broke, baby? What's wrong?"
Pointing at his penis, in tears, "It broke!"
"Do you mean that it's hard? And it won't get soft again?"
*sniff sniff* "Uh-huh."
"Oh, honey, it's okay. I promise. It will go down."
"No! I broke it!"
Hugging him, "Sweetheart, it's okay. I promise, it will go down."
Shaking his head, half hysterical.
"Really. All you have to do is leave it alone. Don't touch it. It will go down again."
He finally calms down, promising to leave it alone. So I go back out to the kitchen. A few minutes later he comes out and gives me a great, big hug.
"It went down?"
"Uh-huh! Thank you, Mommy!" Hugs and kisses abound.
Ah, the joys of motherhood.
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