Brody has lately started asking "who got me this?" For example, when we are playing basketball, he'll say "Who got me da basketball hoop?" And I'll reply. "Who got me da tennis racket?" "Who got me da motorcycle?"
If I don't remember who gave what, I'll just say, "Mommy and daddy." Yeah, I'm taking credit for certain things.
This morning, Brody woke me up. We went into the bathroom, and I took off his overnight pull-up.
B: Mommy, you hurt my penis. (gets onto the potty)
Me: I'm sorry, sweetie. Are you okay? (Even though I know I didn't hurt his penis. See how I validate?)
B: Yeah. (Starting to go to the bathroom) Who got me my penis?
Me: Hmm. . . . um. . . . you were born with it.
B: I was born wis it? Who got me it? Who got me my penis?
Me: Ummmm. . . . (thinking thinking thinking. . . DNA!) Mommy and daddy gave it to you.