On an average Tuesday morning, just as expected my privacy was unapologetically disregarded by my two sons. Taking a selfish moment to you know...pee...Stinky and Boo come barging in and demand that I remove myself and let them go to the bathroom.
Boo goes first, Stinky stands back and pouts. Of course.
I sit Boo up on the potty and he claps in complete glee and satisfaction with himself as he pees on the potty. Stinky looks at him and says in a high ptiched baby cooing kind of voice and says:
"Oh, look at his teeny tiny pee pee!!"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course it is little, he's just a baby."
Thinking about it...I added "You know yours is little too." I snickered inside....yes I know that probaby puts me on Santa's naughty list for motherhood but I couldn't help it.
Stinky looks down, puffs out his chest and says in a loud deep voice. "No way...mine is REALLY BIG!!!"
And so the delusions begin. At the age of 4.
