We were in Target today, to pick up a few items including, but not limited to cleaning products for the bath area, and found ourselves wandering past the ladies' undergarment area.
Wee Man: Mommy, are you going to buy some of those today?
Mama, completely not paying attention to impressionable youth currently ogling the selection: What do you mean by 'those', Wee Man? What is the name of 'those'?
I really can't be blamed for asking What is the name of 'those'?, because every stinkin' day the child refers to 96% of the nouns in his life with words like this, that, and those.
Wee Man, SPEAKING VERY CLEARLY AND AT AN EXTREMELY LOUD VOLUME: DOSE BWAS!!!! Are you going to get some of DOSE BWAS today?
CutiePieDimpleHead, who, for the life of him, cannot resist contributing to the fray: BWA HA HA HA HA HA!!!! BWA HA HA HA!!!!
Miss O, rolling eyes dramatically, pretends to not actually be there.
Wee Man: ARE YOU GETTING A BWA? I LIKE DA OWANGE ONE. IT IS BERRY PWETTY.
Mama: No, Wee Man, I'm not going to get a bwa today.
Miss O: It's bRa.
CPDH: BWA HA HA HA HA!!!! BWA HA HA HA HA!!!! NURSEY!!!
Miss O: These are WAY prettier than yours. Yours are just big old brown ones.
Mama, silently: And isn't that the story of mamas everywhere.
CPDH: NURSEY! BWA! NURSEY!
Wee Man: WOOK! DERE'S A PURPLE ONE! DERE'S A PINK ONE!!! WOOK, MAMA. ARE YOU WOOKING?!?!?!
CPDH: NURSEY! BWA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA (ad nauseum)!!!!!
Mama: Yes, Wee Man, I see them. But I am not buying a bra today.
Miss O: Too bad for you, mom.
Yes. That's right. Too bad for me.