It was only a matter of time really. And at 26 months I suppose that we're quite lucky that it hasn't happened before now, but he's definitely made up for it this evening.
The Boy has discovered his willy.
Sat in the bath this evening, he started pouring cups of water into his lap (and counting at the same time, thus proving that he can have a fiddle and use his brain simultaneously; a first for mankind) and was asked what he was doing. "Washing my wiwwy away!" Daddy winced and highlighted that it was not a good idea to do that. He then recounted that earlier, The Boy had been sat on the potty, pointed his willy up to his face and declared "You going to do a wee-wee in minute".
After hubby lifted him out of the bath for his usual big-towel cuddle, and laid him down to dry off, he declared "my wiwwy is so much fun!" (The Boy, not daddy. Daddy has learnt not to verbalise such matters). I've just come down stairs to get The Boy's milk and all I can hear is "NO! Leave it alone!" closely followed by "It will never get better!" Just this once, I hope that daddy is referring to the scab on his knee, not his willy!*
*Again, The Boy's not daddy's!