Yesterday I was so, so tired all day long. Maybe that's why I laughed so hard when this conversation ensued:
Scene: I'm getting the twins ready for bed. My darling little 2 1/2 year-olds who we still refer to as "the babies" around here. Gotta stop that soon, I guess. We've been working on getting the twins fairly independent with dressing/undressing. Isaac is struggling with his undershirt, so I help him pull out one arm, but then he proceeds to pull his arm out through the neck hole.
Me: "Isaac, sweetie, not through that hole. Through the bottom."
Isaac: "This is the bottom?", pulling his arm out the right way.
Me: "Yep, that's the bottom!"
Isaac, pointing to the neck of the shirt: "And this is the **** (male part)!" Said confidently like he just figured everything out.
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