Little Thing

Molly is officially too old to take a bath with Daddy any more. The other day, Mike let her take a bath and she asked him if that was his little thing that she always kicks. A little hard on the ego, but what does she have to compare it to? Fast forward a few days and she was helping Papaw in the garage and he gave her a piece of wood to draw on. She proudly drew a picture of her Daddy and showed it to Papaw. He asked her who it was and she explained that it was Daddy and that extra part was his "little thing she always kicks". The dark line on it was his crack!! Fast forward to today and she asked me to help her draw a picture of her Daddy. She told me in her sweetest voice, "we don't have to draw his little thing, you know his little thing I always kick....what's that little thing called?" A penis Molly!!! How much therapy will she need for that one bath?