My strange valentine

Tallest made me a valentine yesterday while playing with R and L. There were spaces for drawing on the card, and R asked Tallest if he wanted to draw a picture for me. He was a little at a loss, so she asked him what reminds him of me.

So of course he drew a nipple.

Logical, right? But having embarked on that course, the next picture was of another body part that also differentiates his body from mine, or indeed anyone who has gone through puberty, and had the advantage of being easy to draw since it is mostly a pile of hair.

I laughed so hard I cried.

But M's valentine was even more dramatic since it depicted an unfortunate event that occurred when M was just a baby, and that significantly differentiates M from the boys. 'See, dad, there are the clippers and there's the blood.' I had no idea that this had reached Tallest at such a deep level. We've only talked about it a couple of times, at a casual level.

It was funny, and yet I am also celebrating that our boys are being brought up with less body shame than we were. Yay for naming the parts of our body what they are and not hiding them (except on the Web).