"Oh, delicious oranges!" I exclaim and pretend to pluck one.
[This is just an excuse to give the toddler butt cheeks a squeeze.]
The Mayor and The Rooster squeal with laughter and defend their hinds.
"No, Mommy! These are MY oranges!!"
So this morning when The Rooster caught me, Joyzilla: Terrifying Naked Woman, walking to the shower I was not surprised to hear her yell,
She charged towards me with her teeny tiny pincer hands and managed to capture my mighty, left butt flap.
"Mommy, I got your oranges!" she said with great self-satisfaction.
"I think we're going to have to call those grapefruits, Roo... or maybe even pomelos."