overheard. way overheard.

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.