"I'll show you where it is!" declared the birthday boy's older sister.
"That's okay, I know where-" I trailed off as the four year old was already halfway up the stairs.
"Um, thank you!" I said as we walked into the room.
"This is my toothbrush. I need to brush my teeth because I got cavities." She didn't budge from her position by the sink.
"I need to peeeee!" Kiernan insisted, so onto the toilet he went.
"Brushing your teeth is important for sure!" I said as Kiernan seemed to finish up. "All done Kier?" I asked.
"No I need to poo." he began grunting, because obviously vocalization helps the sphincter along.
"Sometimes I have trouble pooing too" the girl announced.
"Uh-huh." I replied.
"I'm all done!" Kiernan stood up while I grabbed some toilet paper.
"Why is his winky -- my mommy calls my brother's penis his winky -- um, why is his winky red?"
I saw no redness. I was confused. Lara pointed out later that being half-Filipino, perhaps the birthday boy's darker skin wasn't as pink, relatively speaking. At the time, I was at a loss for words. Kiernan was oblivious.
"Want to see my room?"
"That is a fantastic idea."
