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Their Pee Pee is Different. And Why God Made Mothers?

By Expatdoctormom1 @ExpatDoctorMom
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This post is inspired by Pragmatic Mom’s recent post on “Why did God Make mothers? and similar questions that were asked of 2nd graders.  It was an endearing post, a version of which I had read before.  It made me think about how my 8-year-old son also a second grader would answer. I just had to ask.  I was worried I would have to bribe him to answer the questions but he was all too happy to oblige.  I told him it was a questionnaire being asked of all 2nd graders.  He wanted to know if it was being graded.  Here are the questions and answers followed by my comments.

Why did God make mothers?

To reproduce.

How did God make mothers?

By imagining a mom on earth.

What ingredients are mothers made of?

Water and Blood cells.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?

Because if there were all the same mothers, you might get lost in the mall and mistake the wrong mother for your mother.

What kind of a little girl was your mom?

Nice, friendly, happy

What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?

How big he was.

 Why did your mom marry your dad?

He looked nice.

Who’s the boss at your house?

Mom, dad, nanny.

What’s the difference between moms and dads?

Moms make babies. Dads don’t.  Their “pee-pee” is different.

What does your mom do in her spare time?

Play with me and my sister.

What would it take to make your mom perfect?


If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?

No losing privileges!


I was taken by how realistic he was in answering the questions. It made me wish I had asked him when he was 5 or 6 years old.

I just about peed my pants laughing reading his response to what I needed to know about my husband before I married him: “How big he was?”   We all need to get our minds out of the gutter, as he was not referring to that size. This stems back to a story I told our son about when my husband and I were first dating.  I told him that I had one formal rule: that a potential lifelong mate had to be 6 feet tall. I figured there was not a thing I could do about who I was attracted to and that this would be my one criteria.  I was ½ joking of course.  Upon hearing this, my future husband told me he was indeed 6 feet tall although he was slightly shorter.

I love that his perception is that I play with him and his sister in my spare time and not that I am on my computer.  I have made a conscious effort over the past ½ year to be in the moment with whatever I am doing: particularly when spending time with the kids.

The “Nothing!” answer did it all for me. I clarified to ensure I was perfect the way I am not that nothing could make me perfect. Boys and their mamas.

Your turn. Ask your kids these questions. Love to hear what they have to say!

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