I can use big words too, Mom

Ethan made me a 'present' today in his diaper.

I had to change him in our van (we were just finishing up at an appointment) and we were in pretty tight quarters. Of course, Colin and Cameron were right there, in their car seats, pretty close to the 'action'.

"Ugh, Ethan.....you are rank!" I said.

"Dat icky, Mommy! Etan icky!" said Cameron.

Wipe, wipe, wipe. Wipe some more.

It was a 3-wipe diaper, which ranks on the grosser end of the scale at the Merritt house. (Shane and I rate how gross diapers are based on how many wipes it takes to actually get the child completely clean. 4 is usually the highest either one of us go, so.... a 3 is still pretty yucky.)

Wipe, wipe, wipe.

"Yuck, Ethan....this is just foul." I said.

Now, Colin had been watching this whole process intently and had not commented yet. (Oh....don't be fooled....I knew it was coming.) A couple of seconds later, he decided it was time to chime in. He also apparently decided that he was going to use my verbiage too--but he got a little confused (or maybe I should say, a little combined.)

"Ethan, you are just....you are just....oh, that is FRANK. That is just FRANK Ethan."