So I’m picking Quinn up from school today. I’m chatting with his teacher out on the playground while he’s busy with some friends under the play structure. Our view of them is somewhat obscured.

Suddenly, Quinn comes running out yelling, “Miss N! A, N & M are showing eachother their penises!” (Mind you one of them is a girl, but he was obviously too flustered to remember the anatomical differences.) “They’re showing eachother their penises because they have a Penis Club!” Yes, it took all my self control to not double over laughing. I know, I know — inappropriate, etc. But pretty much EVERY kid does it at some point. But not every kid is clever enough to come up with “Penis Club”. “Hey, you wanna be part of our club? No, there’s no secret handshake, no you don’t have to wear pink on Tuesdays, no you don’t have to give me your pudding cup at lunch — all you have to do is show us your penis!” That’s rich.

Walking to the car I grilled Quinn a little bit about it. I asked him if he showed his. “Of course not. That’s rude!” Somewhere, in the great universe of parenting scorekeeping, I think I just got a brownie point. (Nevermind the fact my kid’s a tattletale.)