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Front Butt, Back Butt, and other unmentionables

    When FivePointFive was young and immature, he used to refer to his penis as “front butt” and his behind as “back butt.”

    Now he uses the technical term “pee-nuss.”

    Very recently he noticed my lack of “pee-nuss” on one of his rare occasions seeing me nude. These occasions now bring him a mix of immediate mom-naked-revulsion and complete fascination. So soon?

    Coincidentally, on the first day of kindergarten he said “I can see all the way down to your shirt to your buhgina.” I did a double-take, looking down my shirt, which sent him into hysterics. Just like you can’t see more of a photograph than what is printed on the paper (try as you might), buginas don’t leap out of their jeans just because you bend over.

    Anyway.

    You can blame Jessica Bern of BernThis for the graphic nature of today’s post. Her hilarious Aunt Flo video for Seventh Generation has me thinking about unmentionables. Don’t forget to sign up while you are over there, because Seventh Generation will donate one dollar to ovarian cancer research if you do.

    Now everyone, keep your unmentionables to your self.

    0 thoughts on “Front Butt, Back Butt, and other unmentionables”

    1. When I saw “front butt” I was thinking something else… Passed a front butt on my way into work this morning, a very heavy, swinging belly in a too-small shirt, a belly that seemed to have split, somehow, down the center, leaving the impression of butt cheeks…

      ooooh. I don’t know HOW I’m going to get that outta my head.

      Pearl

      p.s. you look very nice today.

    2. I was enjoying a bedtime cuddle with my son not long ago, and I said, “So, are you enjoying P.E. at your new school?” To which he replied, “Yeah, and I like your boobs.” A Freudian non-sequitur. Nice.

    3. I love buhgina. A high school friend of mine had always referred to this as a “gine gine” when he was a kid, and because he told me that, it somehow made it into our high school lexicon. I STILL call it that sometimes. Kids are great.

    4. My kids are teenagers. They don’t talk about their parts or my parts or anyone’s parts in my presence. It’s a blessing. They lost their cuteness on this subject years ago.

    5. At least your son is calling parts by their rightful name. You wouldn’t believe the names parents will use with their kids. I’m usually confused and have to just ask, “Did you mean his penis…?”

    6. When I was a little kid, I thought that well-endowed women had a second butt on their chest. You know, REALLY well-endowed women whose cleavage was on display and kind of smashed together to form a line? Yeah! Looks like a butt.

      ANYway, dang, I keep trying to watch Jessica’s video and it keeps not letting me. I signed up and everything. Boo.

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    8. You never know with those crazy buhginas we have! It could just decide it wants to hang out closer to your buhoobs and pop out! *snicker*

      GREAT profile pic by the way!

    9. Eleanor loved talking to me about how her brothers both have a PEE-NAHS and she doesn’t. So far we have managed to avoid these conversations out in public – but I’m just waiting…

      It’s hard to keep my children from seeing me naked on a daily basis since they tend to stand in the bathroom while I shower (we cannot be separated – the world might end). What is the age that you should stop letting your boys see you naked – I mean before they are scarred for life by actual memories of such a thing?

    10. Oh, good stuff! My 3 year-old has been pointing to her “front butt” and recently asked for the specific vocabulary term to accompany her discovery.

      I froze. I freaked. I didn’t know what to say. So I gave her the technical term while coughing into my sleeve.

      Now she calls it her “rahdina.”

    11. Now, see, this is what happens when we teach kids stuff that is, well, the truth.

      Imagine a preteen with a full understanding of human reproduction, courtesy of his biologist mother, who insists on imparting said wisdom to his colleagues.

      Or maybe you don’t want to think about it. Gives me nightmares when I remember.

    12. Mastering the old “what’s that on your shirt?” prank with a buhgina twist at such a young age? I think his future in comedy is very promising!