In the driveway amid a heat index of over 100 degrees, I peeled Lyla out of her car seat and hefted her over my shoulder. "Buh!" she said as we headed toward the house.
"We are most definitely not playing ball out here," I replied.
"Buh!"
"Wait, are you saying butt?"
"Butt!" she said, now remembering the last consonant sound.
"Are you looking at Dada's butt?"
"Dada butt."
"Yes, Dada has a butt."
"Lyla butt."
"Yes, Lyla has--"
"Mama butt!"
"Mama has a butt, too. Everybody has a butt."
"Ebby-bubby butt."
"Yes, everybody's butt."
We entered the house, 30 degrees cooler than outside.
"Lyla, do you like big butts and you cannot lie?"
"Yeah."
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