We've explained to the kids that saying something is private means that you don't want to share it with very many other people. Georgia now refers to her favorite foods as her "privates." Mashed potatoes with dinner the other night lead to a conversation about not wanting to share her privates with the rest of the family, and after making cupcakes today, Georgia yelled at Elise, "Don't touch my privates!"
(Georgia is all better today, by the way. Some crazy 24-hour thing, I guess. Of course, now Husband has it and it's making him twice as sick. Dang. I know I'm probably next...)
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