I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the last of my dinner mess from last night, when I heard Logan in the living room.
"Ew," he says, playing with his blocks.
"Ew? What's ew, buddy?"
"Ewwww." He looks over his shoulder at me and laughs.
"Ewwww!" I grin and laugh back at him. Then he gets up and trots into the kitchen.
"Ewwwwww! Mama!" Suddenly he looks very concerned and is squatting over and pointing excitedly at his behind.
Ohhhhh. Now I get it. So I pick him up, and sure enough...ewwwww.
I think this sort of epitomizes life with a toddler. Ew.