Matthew's Anatomy Lesson

Two nights ago, upon being asked a question, Matthew calmly looked me in the eye, pulled up his shirt, stuck his finger in his belly button, and said "right here, Daddy."

It was incredibly cute.  It was also incredibly wrong, because he had been asked, "where's your butthole, Matthew?"

Never fret; upon being corrected, Matthew quickly learned, and can now repeat on command, where his butthole is and that poop comes out of it.  Or, if you forget to command it, he can tell you on his own.  Like he did the next morning.  Immediately after waking up.  Because Mommy and Daddy gotta know that "butt comes out poop."