Discretion is lost on 4 year-olds

It is the weekend and I don’t usually blog on weekends because they are my days of rest. But I will offer this little nugget.

I took Primo in the city the other day and we were sitting on the subway peacefully reading Highlights magazine and generally looking like a kick-ass, top-of-the-line, award-winning Mom and Son team, when Primo started scratching his private parts. Vigorously. At first I just sort of moved his hand away and tried to get him interested in the worm poem at hand. Finally I asked discretely, “Honey, is something bothering you?’ And he replied, in a booming, nay thunderous voice, “Yeah, my PENIS is ITCHY!”

Oh Lord. Can I ever show my face on the D train again?