Yesterday Eli and I had a little chat about best friends in which he informed me that Nanny was his best friend and so was his wilbsy. (Wilbsy is Siswick speak for boy parts).
In the days BPT (before Potty training) I was unfortunately changing Eli's nappy. He made sure to give his wilbsy a good old squeeze and poke just to make sure it hadn't fallen off in the last couple of hours since his last nappy change.
I guess boys think such things are possible.
He looked up to me with the biggest grin on his cheeky face and said, "Mummy I love my wilbsy!"
Yep, you and everyone else on the planet with a XY chromosome combination, son.
The joys of being a mother to boys!
But at least he's honest.