One thing I love about the weekend is the ability to take a shower alone. During the week, the kids follow me into the bathroom, pressing their noses up to the glass and asking me relentless questions on random topics such as what's for lunch, why the sky is blue, and when they're next going to see Santa.
So at the weekend I make the most of showering on my own, while the kids have someone else to keep them entertained. I take a lovely long time, pausing under the hot water, perhaps applying a body scrub, lathering my hair for far too long and generally enjoying the luxury of peace and quiet and aloneness.
Because as we all know, privacy more or less disintegrates when we become parents.
A few mornings ago after my shower, I was getting dressed and my son looked up at me and innocently asked,
"Mummy, are those your nickles?"
"Yes honey, those are." I replied, quickly hauling my bra and t-shirt on before any more comments arose.
A minute later.
"Mommy, where are my nickles?" Tugging his t-shirt up and looking down.
"Where are they mummy?"
"They're right there." I say, pointing.
He got up and stared into the mirror.
"Why are your nickles bigger than mine?"
I paused, not sure how to answer, and then responded with something about girls' "nickles" being bigger than boys "nickles". Really - what kind of utterly crap answer was that? He looked confused and I quickly changed the topic to what we were having for breakfast.
As I was spreading peanut butter on toast I realized, these questions are the start of a whole onslaught of body / gender questions, which I am not ready for.
Even more worrying, what happens in the future when someone asks him for a nickle?