When Tate was 3 I had him and Kyndi in the back seat of my car along with a big ol' basket of laundry. (We had just done laundry at my mom's) We turned a corner and the laundry all spilled out. Tate in a panicky voice said:

"Mom, we got a prollem back here"

Me: "I know, the laundry spilled out"

Tate: "No mom, there's boobs back here!"

Apparently my bra spilled out too.

2005