Busted Again

I just sat down to take off my shoes and catch my breath before the bedtime routine began.  Logan crossed the room and squeezed my knee.

"Butt-cheek," he proclaimed in the clearest and most unmistakable English, as if to say, "Hey, Dad, you're a butt-cheek."

My mouth dropped open.

"Logan!  No!" was all I could manage.  "You are not allowed to say words like that," I continued, barely managing to keep the chuckle under wraps.

His face fell and he adopted the most hurt and indignant look.

"But the boys call that to me!" he protested. 

Oh, do they now?  We'll see about that.  This announcement, he felt certain, would clear the matter right up and pave the way for immediate, continued and indefinite use of this word.

Umm, wrong!

- 23 April 2012