Everyone has a Hole in their Butt

Last night I was reading Alona Frankel's "Once Upon a Potty" to The Mayor.


He is obsessed with it lately and the minute we finish it The Mayor says, "The. End. Again?"

We were reading this page -

- where the book shows all of Joshua's parts - "his head for thinking, his eyes for seeing" and so on right down to the "little hole in his butt for making poo poo."

As we reviewed each of Joshua's body parts, I asked The Mayor to point to his own corresponding parts. He pointed to his head, eyes, ears, mouth, hands and legs -- and even patted the front of his diaper to show his "pee pee for making wee wee." But when we got to the "little hole for making poo poo" The Mayor paused and looked at me and said,

"Mommy, I DON'T have a hole in my butt."

I assured him that, in fact, he DID have a hole in his butt.

"No, Mommy. I don't, NO!"

I decided to reassure him that we ALL have little holes in our butts. I started listing people he knows and telling him that each one has a hole in his or her butt... "Daddy has a hole in his butt, Mommy has a hole in her butt, Grandma has a hole in her but..."

The Mayor thought it over. He looked at me quizzically. "Asheleigh has a hole in her butt?" he asked. (Asheleigh is a young woman that works at his daycare.) I assured him that yes, she does have one.

The Mayor thought it over some more. Finally he turned to me and said, "I wanna SEE it."

Proof. The kid needed PROOF that he has a little hole in his butt. (Why take MY word for it on something as critical as that?)

So, this morning we held a "Me and the Hole In My Butt" Radical Consciousness Raising session. While The Mayor was on the changing table we got out K's shaving mirror, winched up The Mayor's legs and strategically positioned the mirror for full hole appreciation. The Mayor studied it.

When we arrived at daycare about a half an hour later, The Mayor flung open the door and yelled to his teachers, "I HAVE A HOLE IN MY BUTT!"

Yup. Don't we all. Love your hole.