Fruit Inspection

Last week when we got back from the waterpark I noticed both kids had what looked like a light “rug burn” on their bellies. I assumed it was from going down the kiddie slide on their stomachs about a kachillion times. Neither of them said anything about it that night, it was just something that I noticed while getting their jammies on.

A couple days later when Emery was in the bathtub, he was pointing to his belly telling me it was itchy. The redness was healing and had turned into dry, scaly patches. He repeatedly showed me the “boo boo” and continued to say it was itchy. Only Emery says the word itchy with a “b” in front of it. So everytime he said it, I corrected him saying, “Itchy Buddy. With an i. Your belly is i-i-i-itchy.”

By the end of the bath he was going all over the house saying, “I-i-itchy. I-i-i-itchy.” It was slightly annoying, but at least he was prounouncing it right.

A few more days past and he caught me bending over to look at something on the top of my foot. “Mommy hurt?” he asked.

“No, Mommy’s not hurt.”

“Mommy, boo boo?”

“No, Mommy doesn’t have a boo boo.”

“Mommy bitchy?”

“Might need to talk to your Dad about that Son.”