Our little family sits down to enjoy dinner. I'm at one end of the table, Ian is next in his booster chair, Paul next, followed by Laurel in her booster. Starving for adult conversation, I'm glad to have the opportunity to discuss the day's events with Paul. As the kids busily eat their meals, Paul discusses work in some length. Out of nowhere, Ian abruptly interrupts, "Daddy, stop talking!"
I guess Ian thought the story was long enough.
I'm putting Ian's diaper on in our master bathroom after he tried using his potty. Paul's on the floor with us, waiting to dress Ian in his pajamas. Laurel comes toddling in and watches me smother her brother's tushy in bright white diaper ointment and sings out, "Butt paysss!"
Wanting to encourage her vocabulary development, I acknowledge her and cheer, "Everybody say, 'Butt paste'!"
Together, Ian, Paul, and I yell out, "Butt paste!"
A delighted Laurel sings out, "Assss!"
*The product shown above is where we learned the phrase 'butt paste'. It's just so much more fun to say than 'diaper rash ointment.'