And I made the mistake of grabbing him when we were watching it, pulling at the back of his pants and saying "bear butt".
Which made him collapse in giggles. Come on- little boy (and girl) giggles are the best!
So I did it again.
Yeah. I have no one to blame for the ultimate outcome but myself.
In my defense, I was trying to teach him the duality of the word - bear and bare.
Ok, that was a lame excuse. . .
So, I was outside, chatting with the neighbors across the street, when I hear Samuel call, "Mommy!"
And I turn around just in time to see him pull his pants down and hear the rest of his sentence . . .
"BEAR BUTT!"
And that is part of the reason why this blog is titles "Minivandals".
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