Wee-wee

Mum, the doggy's done a wee-wee on the sofa!

Mum, the doggy did a wee-wee on the sofa!

My wee-wee hurts.

“I agree he’s gorgeous,” said his friend, “but someone told me he has the smallest wee-wee in New York.”

But because little girls' genitals are tucked away, it's easy never to refer to them at all. They become the part with no name. Even up-front women are flummoxed. Vagina? Fanny? Front bottom? Twinkie? Privates? Didge? Down there? Flower? Wee-wee? Tuppence?

‘Wee wee’ was the word my parent’s taught me to call my vagina.

“This is Bruce who doesn’t wee-wee in the sandbox.” Bruce looked pleased with himself. Mrs. Kemp felt a need to apologize for her granddaughter. “Willa Jean doesn’t mean what she says.” “But I don’t wee-wee in the sandbox,” said Bruce. “I wee-wee in the-”