Myles came over last Thursday after story hour so I could take he and Ella to a nature class at the state park. I took him potty at my house before we went. I'm not used to the, ehem, mechanics of pottying with boy parts but I do remember that Aunt Robbie always tells Myles "Weinie down." So, you know, when in Rome and all, so I put him on the potty and said "Winkie down, My, so you can go peeps." He looked and me and shook his head and said "It's not a "winkie," Aunt Annie, it's a weinie and you don't "go peeps," you pee."
Thank you for schooling me, Young Skywalker.
2 comments:
Seriously don't you know a wenie when you see one. Poor Lukie, he's so gonna get his ass kicked for going peeps with his winkie! Where should I direct Myles therapy bill?
Robin has a point there, Anna. Peeps with a winkie? Occasionally Sam will say he's taking a whiz with his weinerschnizel! Get with the times, girl!!
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