Kids provide infinite comedy. Yesterday 3-year-old Luke soaked his clothes by messing around with an Iron Man mask squirt gun -- makes it look like he's spitting -- outside.
He came in and asked for new clothes, so I stripped him down then went to dig out a fresh outfit. When I came back he was fending off his 1-year-old sister, Emma, who had just noticed that Luke had a penis and kept pointing at it and trying to grab it, saying "this" over and over again. Luke shoved Emma away from him. Emma, miffed at the indignity, began smacking Luke across the face again and again. "No, Emma," Luke said. "Hitting hurts," repeating the scolding Jessica has given him time and again. "You get time out, Emma."