Mama...what's that? Oh, that's just your va-jajay, sweetie...

And if that post title didn't get your attention, I sure as hell don't know what will.
My sister Pati is spending the night and helping with buttercup in exhange for a ride to her college orientation this afternoon. And since Buttercup loves her Tia, Pati did me the favor of taking over bath duty last night.
I was having a nice, sweet-ol' time tweeting and blogging and otherwise not being truly productive, while giggles and laughs drifted from the bathroom.
Then I heard it.
"Pauline?" came the strained voice of my sister. she sounded weird. As if she had just stepped into a big pile of dog shit.
I wasn't concerned as I made my way to the bathroom. Just curious.
"What's up?" I asked as I poked my head in.
"Um...she keeps asking me "what's that?" and..."
"She always does that," I interrupted Pati, actually thinking that "wazzaht" was probably a more accurate description of what the word sounded like when Buttercup got stuck on it. "Just tell her and keep saying it until she stops asking."
"Well, that's the problem," my sister told me. "She wants to know what her privates are."
Oh, well, that's different.
Excuse me for a minute. It's time for Mommy Freak-out moment #196.
Buttercup wants to know what her va-jayjay is. She was sitting there all cute and pretty and reaching past her little baby belly to see what else was going on down there. I know it is all perfectly normal. I know that this is no big deal. But that's not what's freaking me out.
It's the fact that she wants a WORD for her special parts. She's not even 14 months yet! She shouldn't want a WORD!!!
I seriously think I need a drink.
"Well...," I started, "I have no idea how to respond to that."
Thankfully, I didn't have to. Buttercup had already lost interest when she found her tummy again.
I decided to ask Sweeter his thoughts on the "wazzaht" question of the day. All I got was a momentary look of sheer panic.
Good.
I wasn't alone.