We’re in the process of motivating Toddler Mojo to use the potty. He’s just over two and a half, the potty has been purchased and now we’re waiting for it all to ‘click’. Apparently it just ‘clicks’, that’s what every parent we’ve asked has said happens.
While we’re waiting for it to ‘click’ he’s been sitting on the potty; not doing the task that sounds like sitting which the potty is intended for. On the potty the other day he pointed south and said something that could only be described as “what’s this?”
My wife and I haven’t discussed ‘this’ yet. Granted ‘this’ is part of the equation that led us to this, but having a child who can barely talk ask you what ‘this’ is-was not expected.
My mind flashed forward to an 18 year old Mojo bringing home some girl with a barbed wire tattoo on her arm, tramp stamp on her back and talking about the glories of beauty school or selling in-home water purification systems. We needed to sort out what to call ‘this’ so that Toddler Mojo gets life started out on the right foot.
In theory this would be a good starting point because my wife and I are very factual. I pictured myself telling Toddler Mojo, “son, that’s your penis and…”, but then I realized that another word could be so much more fun.
When I was a kid this is what my dad called it. Through the lens of a kid in the 70’s it might’ve been funny, but in today’s terminology it sounds more like a computer virus. That, plus it has way too many syllables for a toddler to say.
This was an option for a flash, but it was too close to the actual verb that he’ll hopefully be doing soon. Wee Wee was also considered, but as a big Paul Reubens fan I know that I would’ve merged the two terms at some point.
You say Willie I say Groundskeeper. Willie is the classic common name for little units and it’s also the one that I said when Toddler Mojo asked, “What’s this?”
Willie, it’s your Willie. Every boy has a Willie. We didn’t tell him what girls have.