My mom took Julia, age 7, and her friend Sally for the afternoon. They played make-believe, ate tuna salad and celery and Oreos and run around Grammie’s townhouse and did slippery-slides on the wood floors. That night, Sally’s mom called me to say she was sorry. “For what?” Sally’s mom is a pediatrician. “I think Sally gave Julia some incorrect anatomy.”
Sally: So, you have a step-grandpa?
Sally: What’s his name?
Julia: Richard but everyone calls him Dick.
Sally [snickers]: Oh! [leans in, whispers] That’s a not nice name for a breast.
That night, I told Julia about the correction. “Uh, Mom, I already know that. It’s not like I was going to say ‘Hey, Mom, I can see your dick’. It’s just a not nice word for penis.”
Eat broccoli slaw and sigh.