Little E fell in the shower last night.
Whoosh-thump:
tushie hits the shower floor
followed by tears and screams.
Nothing is broken, but there is a four by four inch imprint from the shower drain on her hip and cheek.
"Well, Little e," I say after examining her wounds. "What you have here is a bad case of waffle butt."
The tears disappear in an instant. Her face lights up. "Waffle butt! Ha ha!" she chants over and over again.
Sweetheart G transitions just as quickly from concern to disgust. "That's disgusting!"
"Wanna kiss your sister's waffle butt to make it all better?" I ask the mighty 9 year old.
"That is gross, Mom."
"Waffle butt. Waffle butt. I have a waffle butt." chants the almost 6 year old.
"Stop saying that!" shouts Sweet G.
Of course, when Sweetheart G was almost 6 she would have laughed and laughed... ah the effects of age.
Top photo by h., bottom photo by Sweet G.