Not too long ago, Sean made an important discovery: his beebee.
It happened during a diaper change. He reached down, grabbed it and said "ooooh!" in a wondering sort of way.
I said: "Yes. That's your penis."
S, curiously: "Beebee?"
Me: "Yes. Penis."
S, as if greeting a long lost war buddy: "Beebee!!!!!!"
Since that moment, Sean has been a big fan of his beebee. He likes to visit with it during diaper changes and bath time and naked time. He likes to talk about it. He wonders where it goes when it's hidden by pants, grabbing his crotch and asking "Where beebee?" and "Beekboo beebee!" [Peekaboo, penis!]
We sometimes struggle with each other over the beebee. He likes to hold it, which can cause problems during certain types of diaper changes (if you know what I mean). Then he yells and squirms: "Nooooo! Beebeeeeeeee! MomMY! Nooooo!!!" But when the struggles are over, he gets to visit it, and when it's time to put the diaper back on, he says "Bye-bye beebee."
One day, I know he won't need me any more. But he'll always have his beebee.