Flora has recently learned (I suspect through daycare channels) that “willy” is another word for boy business (as we call it around here).
During Sunday’s Steelers game, Dan exclaimed, “Go, Fast Willie!”
Flora was flabbergasted. She turned to me and hissed, “Daddy just said a potty word!”
Dan was nonplussed, and I fell to the floor laughing.
We also have a DVD animated version of Whistle for Willie, a children’s book by Ezra Jack Keats.
When I told her the name of the story, Flora asked in the tones of deepest outrage, “Who would name a dog ‘willy’?”