***Disclaimer*** I have no idea why poop and other such inappropriate fodder has made it's way onto my little corner of the interwebs with such frequency of late, but hey, it's my life.
Our kids have learned "proper terminology" for all things "body related." We have our reasons for teaching them the words as they are, and I won't bore you with the details.
Suffice it to say, my kids call it like it is.
So, the other morning, I left a diapered, unclothed little Ezra on my bed to run save Oliver from some sort of life-threatening situation (as nearly two-year-olds tend to find themselves in) and when I returned, Spencer had wandered it. Ezra was giggling with as much force as an almost-four-month-old could. Spencer, too was enjoying a hearty chuckle.
"What's up, Dude?" I asked Spencer.
Spencer looked perfectly angelic when he said, "I'm tickling Ezra!"
"Oh yeah?" I queried. Great, gently playing with the baby is ALWAYS encouraged.
"Yeah," answered Spencer. "I'm pinching his breast-es like this..." and then proceed to pinch little Ezra's baby man boob.
And Ezra LOVED it.
I simply requested that Spencer not pinch.
Breast-es don't like to be pinched.