I was flipping pancakes at the stove, when Felicity came up to me and said, “Eww.”
Quietly, but emphatically.
I looked down at where she was holding onto her shirt.
It looked strangely normal. And then I noticed a lump.
“Eww.” she said again and this time she scrunched up her nose.
What in the world? Is that a toy she stuffed under there? She didn’t act like she was trying to be funny. Wait, what about her diaper?
When I finished putting the batter back on the griddle, I cautiously felt the lump.
I squeezed it.
“Why did you put your banana down your shirt?” I asked.
She had nothing to say.