Dixie: sigh. Girls just don't get what boys want.
Me: What does that mean exactly?
Dixie: That's my little secret.
Charlie is running around naked after a bath and we are playing the booty game--where I chase him down, smacking his little naked booty and yelling 'booty! booty! booty!'
Yes, I am a great role model.
About halfway through the game, I have him pinned on the couch and say, "Your booty is like pudding! You have booty pudding!"
He becomes indignant, "My booty is NOT. You do not eat my booty. It is not tasty."