“Whas dat?” is a question I hear a lot from Fabul-O. Rather than answer her right away, I always ask her what she thinks it is and she’s usually right. This is how it went tonight:

O: Whas dat? (as she pokes at me)

Me: You tell me.

O: B00bies.

Me: Yes, b00bies.

O: Mommy, you gots big b00bies. I have little b00bies. Daddy has b00bies, too, but his aren’t big like yours or little like mine.

She’s right.