So, I grabbed the laptop, did some searching, all the while Erin pointed to each page of text saying: "Is [that] my beh-day-day?" To which, of course, I responded, "Um, yes."
Erin is currently running around the room singing: "My beh-day-day! My buh-day-day! My buh-day-day! My beh-day-day."
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One buh-day-day, two buh-day-day, three buh-day-day, four. Five buh-day-day, six buh-day-day, seven buh-day-day, more!
OMG! That is hysterical! We're fixated on our parts over here as well these days. Whenever the diaper is off, Timothy says, "Peens? Baby peens? Mommy peens?" To which, of course, I must respond, "No, mommy is a girl, she doesn't have a penis." And he says, "Daddy peens" in a very serious voice. :-D
hahaha.
One of the residents working in our lab told me a similar story the other day. He was giving his daughter a bath and she asked, "Daddy, what's this called?" He paused and opted for the medical explanation and said, "Well, that's your labia." To which she replied,"My ladybug! My ladybug! wooo!"
HA HAAAAAA! Priceless! Another story to bust out when she's 15!
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