From The Mouth of B

This morning, in her effort to be as slow as humanly possible during the get-out-the-door process, Berit was using a baby wipe to "wash" her legs and feet. I stopped bustling around to listen in on what she was saying, because I thought I heard a couple of interesting words being used to refer to her feet.

Slowly wiping the cloth up the inside slope of her foot, Berit gets to her ankle bone and says, "Now I'm going to wash my nipple."  

Huh?

I say, "Berit, that's not your nipple. That's your ankle."

"OK Mom. But now I'm going to wash my tits."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Your tits are right here (points to the soles of her feet)."

Hm. I say, "Berit, those are called the soles of your feet."

And she says, "Mom, why do we need soles? Because I don't need soul to have tits."

(To set the record straight for any grandmas whose chins are on the floor, we do not refer to breasts as tits in our household. She just made it up. Unless she learned it at your house, and in that case, please do give us a call.)