My 2 year old came into the kitchen to give me a hug before bed last night and he said, "Daddy's peepee...dat's daddy's peepee!" For the record, I was clothed. It's difficult for me because I grew up rather sheltered but I've made an effort to not have Rowan suffer the same fate. I don't initiate conversations, but I'll engage him if he really wants to talk about his or my...pee pee. Those conversations usually end with us staring at each other and me saying, "Yep, that's your pee pee. Hey! Wanna colour?!"
But yeah, it's good to talk. I kinda have to keep convincing myself of that fact, but whatev.