If you aren’t reading one of our newest ScienceBlogs, On Becoming a Domestic and Laboratory Goddess, written by the delightful Dr. Isis, shame on you. Dr. Isis is very, very funny. She chronicles her life as a scientist, a mother and a connoisseur of fine shoes. Lately she’s been diving into her archives and reprinting some gems, like this one about the birth of her son – which, like any good netgeek, she blogged about within 24 hours. She offers this little gem of wisdom:
Don’t listen to the people who tell you that you will forget about the pain of childbirth when your baby is born. True, the pain goes away the moment the baby is born and everything is worth it in the end, but it still hurts like a motherfucker. It will take everything in your power to not yell the word “fuckmonkey” as the shoulders are emerging. And your naughty parts keep hurting afterwards. But it is worth it. At least, I think it is.
In this post, she tells the story of her 2-year old son’s potty training. It seems that they are rewarding him whenever he does his duty properly by giving him a little gold sticker. And then the amusement ensues:
This morning Little Isis took his sticker and placed it right on the tip of his little boy parts, exclaiming proudly, “My put my sticker on my penis!”
I watched Mr. Isis try to convince Little Isis that this was not an acceptable place for his sticker, but Little Isis was hearing nothing of it. Being a scientist, however, I was intrigued by the line of though that would cause my baby boy to adorn his wiener so. So, I asked him, “Honey, why is your sticker on your penis?”
To which he replied, “My penis makes me happy.”
And how could I argue with that?
How indeed. You really should be reading this blog.