Recently we were in Florence. We are all aficionados of the Renaissance and pasta, so Florence is a good place to be. We are aware, however, that there is only so much of the Renaissance one can take before one wishes for an early death. We therefore did not go to the Uffizi. We did eat a lot of pasta.
We took the boy to the Accademia to see Michelangelo's David. He was very interested.
"Who is Michelangelo?" he said.
"He was a sculptor and a painter," I said.
"When did he die?"
"A long time ago."
We saw David. The boy could not stop giggling.
"I can see his willy," he said loudly, and his voice rang out in the museum.
"I can see his bottom," he added, after taking a circuit around the great statue.
"Why is he not wearing any clothes?" he asked.
"Because when Michelangelo made the statue," I said, "people thought the human body was beautiful."
We admired the sling that draped over David's shoulder and his back. We admired the round stone he held in his hand.
"Who is David?" said the boy.
"He was a little fellow in Israel who fought a big man called Goliath with his sling and then became king," I said.
"Sling. King. Hey, that rhymes," said the boy. He muttered under his breath, "Sling. King. Sing. Bing. Jing."
We took another circuit around David.
"When did he die?"
"A long time ago."
"Let's look at the other statues," said the boy. "Let's see if they all have willies."
I have to say the boy got very well acquainted with David's willy. Later, we walked around Florence, and we saw postcards of David. Some were of his face, others of his entire body, and still others showing just his crotch.
"Acha, acha," shrieked the boy. "David's willy everywhere!"
2 comments:
good read that - kids are such naturals - the elders would avoid the willy talk.
thanks!
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