That's A Good Question...

We had a playdate with a work friend of Julie's on Sunday. Her kids are almost 2 and almost 4; Sam was thrilled. He played with Stella (the 4-year-old) on his own for ages, and they were both quite adamant -- and impressively eloquent -- about not wanting to leave.

("I will say something bad," said Stella. "To who?" I asked. "To the other people, and then we can stay together forever." Cute at 4; creepy at 30... She got lucky this time.)

While talking about at dinner last night, Sam looked up at us and asked, "Why does Stella have a giant?" Julie and I stared at each other blankly; we hadn't seen the toys they'd been playing with, or paid much attention to their games, so if it was a reference to something, we missed it.

And then I got it.

"What's her giant for?" I ventured, dreading the answer.

"For peeing with!" was the exasperated response.

*sigh* "She has a vagina because she's a girl, little man," I said.

I don't think that was the last we'll have of this conversation.