Where oh where has my willy gone....

Greyson and I were sitting in bed this morning, working on our letters and completely out of the blue he asked me "How is your willy?" I explained to him that just boys like him and Daddy have willies - girls don't have them. Then he thought for a minute and then asked "Does Grandpa have a willy?" Yes "Does Grandma have a willy?" "No" We spent the next 5 minutes or so going over everyone we know and finding out if they do or do not have a willy. After we exhausted his list of family and friends, he again sat thoughtfully for a minute. "Did you lose your willy?" "No, sweetie, Mommy never had one to begin with." Then he got this big smile on his face - the same smile he gets when he helps with the dishwasher or watering the plants. "I find it for you!!!" And so off he went searching under the bed and in the bathroom all the time calling out "Mommy's willy!!" "Mommy's willy where are you?" About halfway through his search he found an engine for his railroad track. Apparently that was a better find than my willy because he stopped looking and proceeded to play with his trains. That is OK, I never really wanted one anyway.