Liam is two. Terribly two. He's got the face of an angel and is ornery as sin. He's also got a fetish for anything that writes. Thus, I keep all the writing utensils and anything that might serve as a writing utensil under lock and key.
Except for that one time...
Some background- We're doing the body part naming game. He's learning where his feet are and eyes,etc. He's also learning the names for that thing we try and keep under wraps in the diaper. Rob is determined that Liam call it a 'winky', whereas old school mom prefers the clinical term.
I'll bet you're wondering how these two stories merge.
I've got a big white cabinet in my playroom. It extends all the way to the ceiling, is bolted the wall, the whole nine yards. I keep Liam's things on the first three shelves and I put the 'untouchables' on the top two shelves (i.e. the games, the electronic gadgets,the markers,posterpaint, etc.)
So, I'm feeding Aidan (are you noticing a pattern,dear readers?) and Liam has been awfully good in the playroom. I'm immediately suspicious. As I'm walking, a little oompaloompa greeted me. He was wearing nothing but a big grin! He thrust out his speckled belly and pointed down 'yonder. With the biggest smile he shrieked, "Winky!" and sure enough, it had been painted the most extraordinary shade of purple you ever did see.
Completely defeated and at a loss for words I threw my clinical definitions out the window and agreed...'winky', it is!