Odds Against Me

So it seems that the odds are against me in this house.
When Drew needs diaper rash medicine on his toosh, I use my index finger.
He tells me, No mom, do it like this...and then he proceeds to show me how Tim uses his pinky and dabs it on rather than wipe it.

Umm, why does it matter?

So whenever I am changing Drew, he asks me if I did it correctly.

There is more than one way!

Then he tells me that the bathroom he shares with his dad is the boys bathroom and that no daughters (what he calls all girls) are allowed.

Umm, where did that come from?

And I love to kiss the bridge of his nose. I tell him it is my favorite spot on him. He use to let me kiss it. Now, he lets me know that it is "dad's favorite" and not mine.

WHAT?

Hey Drew, your dad didn't even know that spot existed until I told him.

And it is MY favorite but I'm willing to share it.

;)