Bummer

Sage's language has just been going nuts lately, firing exponentially into the weirdosphere.

A lot of the time, he's telling us stuff that he's heard from our mouths. Stuff like:

I said no!
You're not allowed! and
I bery kwanky!

There are, however, some things I have never said to Sage. Such as "you've got a big fat bottom!" Even if immediately followed by the obviously untrue "I've got a big fat bottom too, mummy!", endearing as the effect might be.

Sadly, it is universally frowned upon to discipline one's toddler for saying insensitive things about one's bottom.