A day in the life ...

(The following is dedicated to Finslippy.)

Actual convo held in my kitchen immediately following breakfast:

Boy (at table, finishing his milk, wearing nothing but a shirt, looking downward intently)
Me (doing dishes)
Tall Girl (location unknown, but she’s taken her eating utensils with her)
Bitty Girl (in high chair, reducing a dry Cheerio to it’s individual molecules)

Boy: “Momma”
Me: “Yes, baby?”
(an insistant, repetative noise is heard from the hallway)
Me: “Tall Girl? What are you doing?” (trying to identify sound)
Boy: “Momma!”
Me: “Yes, baby?!”
Boy: “I have a really big willy”
(Dearest Hubby enters room)
Me: “Do you know what your son just said to me?”
Hubby: (guardedly) “What?”
Me: (finally defining noise in hall) “Tall Girl! Stop hitting the fish tank with a fork!”
Bitty Girl: “GAH-bblthhbth!”
Me: “He told me he has a really big willy”
Hubby: “That’s my boy!”