The other day after nap time I was trying to teach Payne his last name. I asked "Payne, who are you?". He looked at me darkly and responded "Payne M______ is . not . happy.".
Today we were discussing the difference between boys and girls (a frequent and fascinating topic since Genevieve has been around). He told me "Mommy, you don't have weiner.", and I agreed. I suppose this seemed like a sad bit of news to him. He then attempted to soften the blow by suggesting "Maybe you find one at the store".
Oh my.
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