“I see a tushy, all nice and squishy!”
For some reason my wife does not approve of me saying this particular phrase around our daughter during our evening bath time ritual.
Perhaps it’s the rapidity with which my daughter learned to repeat that exact phrase. Perhaps it’s how she seems to enjoy pointing at just mommy and saying it. Or perhaps it’s the lack of accuracy in my daughter’s assertion. (She tends to point at random locations on my wife and repeat the little sing-song phrase. It’s quite amusing when my daughter asserts that my wife’s head is a squishy tushy.)
You can’t win them all.
