Last night Mikey referred to his weenie as . . . . . . . a "bone-uh."
Yes, he was saying "boner."
He pointed to his weenie and said, "I don't have a bone-uh, yes-tuh-day I had a bone-uh, but tuh-day I don't have a bone-uh."
I was too shocked to respond. The whole potty-training thing has brought alot of attention to his "anatomy," thus producing a number of questions which get directed to Jared, who is better qualified to answer. Well.....I thought he was better qualified. I guess I kinda have a choice; either I take over the potty-training and eventually turn him into a little boy who is scared shittless of fecal matter and takes a piss sitting down, OR, let Jared keep up the "good work" (yeah, Mikey shit his pants again today) and experience those occasionally odd, yet hysterically entertaining, cluster-fuck moments of random, childhood outbursts.
Maybe Jared and Mikey have been spending too much time hanging out in their man cave, because they're starting to pick up each other's knack for descriptive word choice.
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