I was giving Dylan a bath the other day (because his sister thought his head looked dry and doused him in baby lotion, again) and Elizabeth being the EVER curious one had to come watch him get cleaned up.
"Oh! Dylan is grabbing his noodle," she said.
"Yep," I said, laughing.
"I don't have a noodle. I have a vee-jay," she said.
"Yes, that's right. Girls have vee-jays and boys have noodles," I said.
"Right. Daddy has a noodle and you have a veejay," she said.
"Right," I said.
"And Sawyer has a noodle."
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You are never going to be able to watch her eat spaghetti the same again.
She's been calling it a noodle for awhile now. It's been OK pasta wise so far!
We're sticking with "boy parts" and "girl parts" for the moment.
I'll confess to passing on vee-jay, but she came up with noodle all on her own!
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