The Y Chromosome
At 14 months, my son has discovered his penis. The first time we noticed was at the post-bath changing table, where he was laughing and giggling as is his habit, when he looked over at me and my husband as if to say, “Hey, do you guys know about this?! Wow!”
Since then, it’s been a free-for-all. His access is somewhat limited, since he is usually in a diaper, but whenever a free moment comes he’s all over it. On occasion his mobility is compromised by his desire to keep one hand on the prize at all times, even whilst carrying a sippy cup or building blocks in one hand. I find myself torn between the abstract maternal desire to be unconditionally supportive and just plain old freaking out.