It is a challenging tub moment that every parent has to face: what do you call their...well...you know...their...parts. Their stuff, their junk, their whoosis. Do you go medical? Personal? Cute? Conversation starter? In this hilarious segment, Daddy Owen reveals his own unique approach to the problem of the naming of the parts. This video is brought to you by Boon. DadLabs Ep. 303 Daditude.

Daddy Owen: When I was a child my parents taught me that I had a tiddle. Now I had seen medical doctors chose to name part of the anatomy with something that sounds like a rejected fragle, it is beyond me but the name stuck until some uncomfortable conversations in 6th grade gym class.

So recently I was thinking about when my daughter Arden was first learning to talk, all day long she would walk around pointing things out and my wife and I would give them names that’s Bob, that’s a shoe, that’s an empty bottle of scotch we were like Adam and Eve naming the animals. I don’t want to make this too big of a deal but it felt like we were giving her the tools that she would use to think about and describe the world for the rest of her life. This is a particularly daunting task when it comes to the private areas - what to call them?

We thought a long time about this when I was a child my parents taught me that I had a tiddle now. Jodie my wife, she was taught to call her nether regions a vagina - in Latin this translates to Sheath for a sword, we opted not to use this particular term. Now one friend of ours, he has a daughter and a son and he taught the son that he is a birdie and the daughter that she has a nest, the implications of this are to vast to go into.

Uncle Boon, this is Arden’s uncle, he decided it would be good to have a name that’s kind of cute and sweet, maybe call the never regions and the private parts her kitten. We thought that’s a great idea until we started imagining future conversations with Arden’s friend and tell her my kitten bit me last night, oh no bad news my kitten got ran over in front of our house. See that hairball? My kitten throws one up every morning.

After several other suggestions we went with Yoni, which is an ancient term meaning among other things sacred place and although it’s eerily similar to certain pop jazz artist, we decided to go with this. Yoni or yoni as our Arden likes to say she likes to point out her yoni, she likes to point out Jodie’s yoni, and she likes to point out her grandmother’s yoni and the waitress’s yoni. Suddenly the country has a name the mystery has a title and now that Arden has realized that she has a yoni she’s also realizing that her daddy does not.

Recently Arden saw me in a mad dash for the shower. She gasped, she pointed, and she made an expression. She seemed to say, “oh no daddy something has fallen out” she tilted her head and asked, “yoni?” No, no, no I said, “its daddy’s, well daddy’s tiddle” - least it’s not birdy.