I'll bet you didn't know you had a chuther. Well, we ALL have chuthers... every single one of us.
A few months ago, my 5-year old, Q-man, was talking at me about something. I was preoccupied with something else and only partially taking it in. Something about "my chuther... blah, blah, blah.... his chuther... yada, yada, yada... their chuthers, etc." I nodded in agreement, wondering what the heck a chuther was. Then because the thing I was doing was soooooo important (I was probably changing a diaper or opening a package of hot dogs or trying to untangle a wad of Playmobil and Lego grappling hooks mixed with a necklace chain) I simply shrugged my shoulders and forgot about it.
It came up again during what started out as a similarly distracted, semi-one-sided conversation ....
"We were chasing our chuthers, and he bit me." (A-ha! I thought. Chuther again! what is that?)
"Your chuther bit you?"
"No, mom!" (really now, how could I be so stupid?)
"Who bit you?"
"Gus, mom. But I bit him, too. And we said sorry already."
"Okay..... but..... what's a chuther?" (the $64,000 question)
Heavy sigh... rolling eyes....
"Your chuther is your SELF."
So I am thinking, and pretty sure, this comes from "each other". Kind of a stretch, but makes some sense...especially in a 5-year old brain. But where darp came from....
Traveling with young kids can be a blast... a ton of work but a blast nonetheless. We were in Siena, Italy which is famous for the Palio, an annual horse race that dates back to 1656. It is a super big deal over there and horses are, too. We were wandering around and came upon an enormous statue of a horse... a very virile-looking horse, I might add (of course, who on earth would make a statue of an old nag, right?). Big G was nearly 5 at the time. He was fascinated by this statue. He started telling me all about it.
"He's really big, mommy."
"He sure is."
"He has big legs."
"Yep."
"He has a fancy saddle."
"He does."
"And there's his darp."
"His what?"
"His darp." (now pointing up underneath the horse).
At that age, Big G was familiar with the word "penis" and what it was, so I knew that wasn't what a darp was. Then he reached up and patted the gigantic balls...
We don't all have a darp.
