I am potty-training my youngest, Liam. Fun times.

I think it’s a blessing and a curse that they make diapers so comfy nowadays. I swear it takes ten times longer to get our kids to wear ‘big boy/big girl pants’ because they figure, “What’s the point?”

Anyway …

So recently, Liam has been telling my husband, “Mommy goes to China!” And we’re like–uh–ok … Not sure what that’s all about. Maybe he’s referring to his big brother’s Chinese class at school?

At one point, though, he really lost his temper with Christian. They were standing in the bathroom, and he kept saying over and over … “Mommy goes to China! Mommy goes to China! Granmy says Mommy goes to China!” I walked in when I heard him stomping his little foot and raising his voice. He could tell we didn’t know what he was talking about.

Finally, he said “Daddy, you have a pee-pee, and Mommy goes to China!” Recognition dawned, and I started laughing so hard I had to leave the room. Apparently, while potty-training, he’d had a conversation with my mom about body parts. So … all this time he had been trying to tell us about his newfound knowledge regarding female anatomy. You know: “Mommy goes to China.” I guess that’s what it sounded like to his barely-three-year-old ears.