Thing Two is six, and he's super duper cute and
hilarious, often unintentionally. The other night I started (I say started, because, you know, not done yet) repainting my living room, and T2 thought it'd be funny to call me Painter Girl. So he did. All evening.
Later that night, as I was putting him to bed, he put his foot against my leg. He was quiet and thoughtful for a moment, and then he said, "Painter Girl, why are your legs so fuzzy?" Say it with me, now: awwww.