So I guess my secret is out

Day 7 without The Maid. We are getting used to it, but I think that's only because we haven't run out of clothes yet.

The Son keeps asking for her. Having fed him his last 5 breakfasts, I now realise that he has acquired my very low gag threshold. Everytime I head out to the dentist (all of once a year), the chair goes up and down maybe 20 times because of all the times we need to get up and rinse after gagging. It's like the first time I flew Business Class, except that was not gagging, it was me and the seat remote falling in love.

Anyway. So yesterday The Son and I were enjoying the amenities of the public bathroom at the Orchard Hotel (so nice) when The Son takes a good look at me and proclaims to all at toilet in his best television announcer voice,

"Mamma! How come you don't have any penis? How come Daddy and I have a penis, but you don't have any penis?"

The problem with being struck dumb momentarily is that the question gets repeated.

"Mamma! How come? How come you don't have any penis?"

"Is that your friend?" said the woman outside, in a low voice, to the other woman outside.

"No. My friends are all outside." said the handwasher.

I tried to wait until all the eavesdroppers had left, but The Son promptly unlocks the cubicle door and walks out.