The other morning I was super amused -- like Mia is here, watching the parade for July 4th. Isaiah and Mia both had dresses on and wanted some music to dance to. So I put on Joshua Bell's Romance on the Violin. I realized there was some kind of junk on the wood floor, and got a wet cloth to clean it up.
Strawberry jam.
As I'm on the floor, wiping it up, Isaiah says to me, "Mom, when you lean over, I can see your things the baby sucks on."
Okay we don't have a baby, but um...yep.
Sagging, stretched out, and deflated but yes, I do have those. ;)
Check.
Guess I'm female.
(And note to self: Maybe I should put a bra on in the morning!)
Not twenty minutes later...
I am in the laundry room switching the wash.
And I hear Mia, calling her brother very nonchalantly, just as if she were saying his name.
But she's calling, "Penis!" nice and sweetly.
I started to laugh and called her in and asked her,
"What did you just say?"
"I called him Penis."
"Why?"
"Because he has a penis."
Um, ya.
Check.
Guess he's male.
I had to chuckle.
Glad we've got that straight around here.
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