My girlfriend told me a story about a conversation she had with Eli and Carly's butt hole and I was going to leave it alone, until I found Eli with a mirror in the bathroom and I could hardly keep a straight face.
Story 1. Lori's Butt Adventure with Eli
Eli admitted to touching Carly's butt hole - he was curious what did it feel like. When she asked if he washed his hands he replied, of course because it wasn't pink, it was brown which means it's dirty.
You know she hasn't wiped her butt because she's a dog and that's why it's brown.
Story 2. Mom's Continued Butt Adventure with Eli
We're getting ready for bed and Eli's in the bathroom going poop for a long time. I ask, do you need help? to which he responds, I'm just playing mom. So I opened the door.
The hand mirror is on the back of the toilet and he has a wad of wet toilet paper he's pulling out of (yes out of) the toilet.
What are you doing?
I pooped and I'm looking at my butt to see if it's still brown.
Oh,...eh...do you want help? (although I'm not sure if I should ask, yell at the wet toilet paper, or tell him to stop playing with the mirror by the toilet.
He bends over in a full downward dog and says, can you clean my butt with a wipe and make it pink again?
Now, we're at a place were he's been fully on his own and as any good six, I mean now seven year old. Although he wipes a significant portion is always left in the tell tale skid marks of the days underwear. And at least I know he's regular.
Then he takes the mirror and looks again, good it's clean. You know Carly's is brown because she can't wipe (also because she's a dog).
To which I reply, Eli I think her butt is always brown that's just the color of it. He begins to push back with, no mom, it started out pink, it only turned brown because she can't wipe.
I have two immediate thoughts yep, that's why we got a dog - to teach hygiene and I'm not continuing this conversation.
Eli, let's wash our hands and brush your teeth, it's time for bed.
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