This is an older piece, but it still makes me giggle.
At bedtime tonight my three-year-old says, "My bottom hurts."
Me: "It does? Why?" (I know the answer.)
Three year old: "Because I didn't wipe it enough."
Me, nodding, "Oh. Well, what should we do now?"
"Make it better," she says.
"Okay," I reply, "Can you bring me what I need?"
"Yes! Shoo-were! I'll get the Andy Owntment!" (That's A&D Ointment to anyone over the age of three.)
"Okay, sweetie. Hurry back."
Time passes and as I finish tucking the older two into their beds, Three-Year-Old enters the room without the miracle-working, bottom-soothing, baboon-butt cure-all.
Me: "Samantha, couldn't you find it, honey?"
Three Year Old shrugs and says, "Well, I found THIS."
*cue giggling from the other two*
I look at the older girls sternly for a moment and then back to Three-Year-Old.
"What will that do?" I ask.
"Fix it," she says, clarifying, "Tape it." (Her tone seems to imply that Mommy is completely daft...Really, Mother.)
*raucous laughter from seven and nine year old roommates*
"Oh, I see. Well, honey, we can't fix bottoms with tape...
...and that's a CASSETTE tape."