Dec 10, 2007
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So we’re sitting at dinner tonight, eating lasagna.  Taryn is in her booster seat and she’s about done eating (which means it’s almost time to start playing with her food).  I see her hand rustling under the table, so I ask her, "Taryn, what do you have under the table?"….assuming it’s lasagna.

Looks me right in the eye and says "A wedgie".

No kidding!  Having a 2 year old with the word "wedgie" in her vocabulary is a sign that she has a 10 year old brother.  Who, by the way, almost spit milk through his nose laughing.