"Where's Winnie-the-Pooh's Vagina?"

Sorry Grandma, I bet that's not the title you expected to see when you logged in today. But, that is what's on the little one's mind these days.

Madeleine, being the inquisitive two-year-old she is, has nothing but questions. Many months ago, in the midst of mastering all the body parts, I discussed this one with Maddy too. Isn't that what the parenting books tell you to do? You know, to avoid embarrassment when they're teenagers? Unfortunately Madeleine was so highly successful in learning this concept that the "v word" pops up quite frequently around our house, much to the dismay of any unsuspecting adult within earshot. For example, on Christmas morning a brand new Mrs. Potato Head was turned over and Maddy was delighted to discover that she too had Maddy's favorite body part - no matter that Mrs. Potato Head's legs were inserted there.

Today, Madeleine was playing with her Winnie-the-Pooh toy and was disgruntled to discover that poor Winnie was lacking in a certain area...hence the title of this post. And then I was tasked with explaining why bears, boys and plastic toys don't have the same body parts as she.

Now, the best part of the story is where this important and embarrassing conversation took place - in the middle of the "Bite Me" cupcake shop. And...scene.

Thus concludes my most off-color and lewd post ever.