“Mummy!”
Emma was wearing her serious face. I knew she meant business.
“Mum-meeee!” hers was a whisper-shout. “SARAH SAID THE B-WORD.”
The B-word? I racked my brain. Nope. Couldn’t really think of one.
“What B-word?”
“BAGINA!”
“Bagina?”
“Yes! BAJ-EYE-NA!”
I remembered back. Earlier in the afternoon I overheard a conversation between Sarah, Emma, and one of Emma’s schoolmates. They were in the wading pool. Sarah mentioned something about the cold pool water on her vag!na. The other girl said something in reply, but I couldn’t hear what it was.
So that was it. Obviously she had told my girls it was a bad word.
Emma looked concerned.
“First of all Emma, it’s VAG!NA and it’s a body part. It’s not a bad word. Just like “eye” or “arm” or “ear” isn’t a bad word. So don’t let someone tell you it is. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“BUT – it is a private part of your body. It’s different from your eye and your ear and your arm. Okay?”
“Okay.”
She seemed happy with that.
