This morning was Little E's three year old checkup.
Everything was within the normal parameters with the exception of his inappropriateness levels. They were off the charts.
The nurse asked Little E to disrobe down to his polar bear themed tighty-whities.
WHY? YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE MY BOOTY?!
And just to reiterate his point, he stretched the word booty out into six syllables.
Yep. That's my kid.