The 3 boyz and I were in the sunroom this morning, watching the Olympics (womens volleyball). Baby was holding a pack of gum that his grandmother had given him.
I was watching him out of the corner of my eye, as he searched around, trying to find a pocket in his (pocketless) shorts for his gum.
Undaunted, he opened the waistband of his shorts, and slipped in the rectangular pack of Orbit gum. It immediately dropped out the bottom of his shorts.
Not to be outdone, he tried again. This time, he slipped it into his underwear, where it snugly remained.
Satisfied, he approached me and his brothers on the couch and smugly informed us,
"I haf my gums in my undercarriage."
Undercarriage? Can't wait until he shocks his preschool teacher with THAT word. Thanks Hubby.