For some reason the boys love to watch me change Claire's nasty diapers. They cringe and plug their noses and laugh uncontrollably. I think it has something to do with their fascination with the word "poop" which they love to slip into every conversation possible.
The other day as Henry was observing a diaper change this little interaction transpired.
HENRY: "Yuck. She got poop all over her wiener."
ME: "She doesn't have a wiener Henry."
HENRY: "She got poop all over where her wiener is going to grow."
ME: "She's not going to grow a wiener Henry."
HENRY (pausing to think): "Well just put clothes on her and she'll still be as cute as ever."
I am so relieved to know that my baby girl will still be accepted. Even if she never grows a wiener.