My Worship Revolution

**Disclaimer: this post is rated PG-13 due to anatomical language.
Consider yourself disclaimed.

A few weeks ago, Elyssa was watching Caleb before church while Rachel and I had sound check/worship practice.
She later told me about a little conversation they had.
Caleb let her know he needed to go poo poo.  So she took him in the bathroom, and waited outside the stall while he did his thing.
Then he hollered out to her from the stall.  Here’s how the conversation went:

Caleb:  I can’t get my penis down!  How do I do it?
Elyssa:  Ummm, I don’t know Caleb.  I don’t have a penis. I’m a girl.
Caleb:  What?!
Elyssa:  I’m a girl Caleb.  I don’t have a penis.
Caleb:  Really?!  …Can I see?!
Elyssa:  Ummm…noooo.  You’ll need to talk to your mommy about that.

She decided that was a conversation maybe Rachel should have with him instead of her.
It scares me a little to imagine what other things are gonna come out of his mouth as he gets older.
I’m learning that life is pretty much never boring with a toddler.