I’m changing a particularly heinous diaper and Bug is chattering away about a small stuffed elephant that he has resurrected from his often neglected stuffed animal pile.

“Mama, look at this baby elephant, he’s so cute!”

“He is cute buddy, I like that elephant.”

“He’s a girl, Mama.”

“Oh, well you should call it a she then. She’s a girl.”

“Ssssssssshe’s a girl, Mama.”

“Ok, does sssssssssssshe have a name?”

“Um, I think…..Fock. Is Fock a name, Mama? I think her name is Fock. She is so sweet and little! Sweet little Fock! You are such a nice Fock! Mama, don’t you like Fock? Mama, why you laughing? Mama, don’t laugh at Fock! MAMA. STOP LAUGHING AT FOCK.”