It finally happened, now it's time to take 'em out!!!

So in relaxing, and watching my first 10 minutes of television yesterday, he did it. Jory finally said the unmentionable. Daddy and Jory all cuddled up on the sofa, and me by their side, Daddy mentions that he can see Jory's hiney, (that is a butt to all of us over the age of 5.) Then Jory says, and I quote,

"Jory has a small hiney?" Daddy replies yes.

"Hudson have a small hiney?" (Hud is little brother...) Daddy replies yes.

"Daddy have a big hiney?" Daddy replies yes again.

...THEN Jory's eyes shift to me. I give him a preemtive "Don't you dare say it," and Daddy can not control his laughing from the inevitable words about to come from our two year old's mouth. So, every time he attempts to say ANYTHING, I inform him that he should not say what he is thinking. Well, with Daddy hardly able to control his giddiness over what his son has just learned, Jory thinks we are playing. (Not to mention that at this time, I was snickering a bit as well...)

Well, it FINALLY comes out. But this time, since we have been playing, Jory thinks it's even more fun to say...

"Mommy got a BIIIIIGGGGGG hiney!"

You should have heard the emphasis on the word BIG. We were crying. Not to mention, this is something I am sure my sweet husband has thought so many times, and never gotten to say. Talk about living vicariously through your children. And that Jory repeated it 5 more times, which now had my husband inconsolable!

And I thought I was doing good, eating right, not eating after 7pm, and running my butt off. Well, obviously not enough of it.

I will be asking my sitter if he said she had a big butt today.... oh the perils of toddler-hood.