Little A., loudly singing: Ma-yee had a yittle yam, yittle yam, yittle yam! Ma-yee had a yittle yam, fees as white as snoooooow!!!
*pause* Me, interior monologue: Should I help her out with the next verse? Nah, she knows it. Then she'll sing something else.
Little A., singing LOUDER: Ma-yee had a yittle yam, yittle yam, yittle yam! Ma-yee had a yittle yam, fees as white as snooooow!!
*pause* Me thinks: Hm. Maybe she DOESN'T know the next verse. We sang it just a minute ago though! Surely she'll remember, finish the song, and move on to another.
Little A. again, LOUDEST: Ma-yee had a yittle yam, yittle yam, yittle yam! Ma-yee had a yittle yam, fees as white as snoooow!!!
*pause* Repeat sequence for 10 minutes with absolutely no variation, while I sink lower and lower in my seat under the weight of so many yittle yams, until....
Little A., wistfully: Mama, that's my favorite song!
Little A.: Mama! You have boobies!
Me: Um, yes I sure do.
Little A.: I have boobies too! I have NIPPLES!!
Me: Yes you do!
Little A.: Daddy has nipples too! He no have boobies.
Me: No, sweetie, most men and boys don't have boobies. Most ladies do have boobies. And boobies and nipples come in all shapes and sizes, just like people.
Little A: (Thoughtful pause....then)
You have BIG BOOBIES!!!
Me: Yeah, I do right now. So, um, what do you want for dinner?
Little A: BOOBIES BOOBIES BOO BOO BOOBIES!!!! BO BOS! BEE BEE! BOOOOOOOOBS!!!!
Yeah. Toddlers are basically cuter, miniature, insane frat boys.