Last night, Brielle wanted a little "bubby-time" before bed, so she sat with Logan in his bedroom playing CUT THE CHEESE on the Nook for 10 minutes. When I went to his room to tell them that their time was up, I overheard Logan teaching Brielle a new phrase.
"Say egg fart."
Brielle giggled.
"Say egg fart for bubby," he encouraged in his sweetest, most nurturing, big-brother voice.
Brielle giggled again.
I swallowed my own giggles and walked into the room with my best, serious-mommy face. "Logan Robert?!"
"What, Mom?"
"Do you think that's an appropriate thing to be teaching your baby sister?"
"Well, I have to teach her how to be a boy!"
I guess I can't argue with that logic. I suppose I'll let Logan educate his little sisters on the fine art of being a boy. I'll just need to put a little extra effort into teaching them how to behave like ladies in public. But to be clear, if you hear my two-year old talking about farts, it's all Logan's fault!
