After spinning around a ton Roman stops and then says: hey guys, the house is all dizzy!
Brad read him Hiawatha's Bear Hunt at bedtime.
Brad: and Hiawatha went home to his teepee
Roman: no dad, it's a peepee
Brad: Um, no it's not. It's a teepee. Say teepee.
Roman: No, it's a peepee
They argued for awhile and finally Brad gave up.

So now we can add teepee to the x rated list of toddler words in our house.
teepee = peepee
pepperoni=peckeroni
corn = porn
kitty = titty
Roman likes to be a lion. A lion with plaws, not claws. Anyway, one night I was getting him undressed and then into his pajamas
Roman, while buck naked: mom, lick my bum.
Me: What did you say?
Roman: I said lick my bum. Lions lick their bums.
Me: Well people don't lick bums.
Roman: But mom I'm a lion.
Me: Well then lick your own bum.
Roman: But mom (always has a but mom or bud dad) I can't reach it.
He tries to reach it. Luckily he can't.
I changed the subject.