Bagina

I seriously think I am going to have an emotional breakdown the day that Mason has to catch a bus and go to real school. He's been going to preschool once a week for a little over a month and I really get a pain in my stomach every time I see him with a backpack on. (Could be that we eat a lot of Mexican food) Seriously though, I just get sick thinking of him becoming a big kid and losing his elmo voice. We had a humerous conversation on Sunday morning while getting ready for church. He came out of the blue with "Mommy when I get bigger I can have a bagina just like you." After explaining to him that he would never have anything but a penis he proceeded to list out everyone we've ever known and ask which one they have. Just having to verbalize that one of your pastors has a penis was just too much for a morning conversation.