Sorry, this one involves genitalia

Cortlan has always called it a penis.  Among other reasons, we didn't want any embarrassing situations like when I asked my elementary school friend why her parents would ever name her brother "Peter."  It is what it is, and it is a penis.

So why is it so difficult to decide what to call Everly's stuff?  I don't know.  So, we haven't called it anything.  Ever.

But when Cort needed to identify it for some crazy four-year-old reason (actually, I think he was three at the time), he called it a snout.

Yes.

A snout.

John and I had NOTHING to do with this. 

As responsible parents do, we changed the subject, did not really acknowledge the term in one way or another, and let it drop.

That was months ago.
This was today, a lovely conversation in so many ways:

Cortlan:  Mommy, do cows drink milk?
Me:  Well...yes.  Baby cows drink milk from their mommies.
Cortlan:  Do they drink from daddy cows?
Me:  No, only mommy cows.
Cortlan:  Why?  Because only mommies have those thingies? (pointing to his belly, gesturing)
Me:  Yes.
Cortlan:  Like you only have boobies and daddy doesn't?  (pointing again but up a little higher)
Me:  Yes, like that.
Cortlan:  Cows are like people!
Me:  Well, yes!  You're right, cows are like people in that way. 
and then, Me (thinking that we can have a nice educational moment about similarities and differences): How are cows different than people?
Cortlan:  Well, maybe how they go potty.  (Pause)  Do cows have penises and snouts?

Lord, help me.