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Her: Daddy? I have to go potty.

Me: Ok. You don't need to tell me, sweetie. Just go. Here. Let me get the door for ya.

Her: I got it.

Me: Ok. Off to the potty wit' 'cha!

Her: Why did you call me a "witcha"?

During the drive home last night, Nathan decided that girls were boys and boys were girls. This gender swap also included the placement of imaginary gentials on the opposite sex. And, as always, it was his job to convince everyone to agree with him.

So I'm driving the car listening to Nathan tell his sister that she is now a boy that has a penis and he his a girl that has a vagina. All the while, Celia meekly yet vehimently denied being a member of the opposite sex. This went on for about 10 minutes and Celia's pleas got more and more adamant.

We were about 10 minutes from the house when I heard Celia quietly weeping in the back seat. I asked her what was the matter and her reply was "My..brudder...said...I...was a ....boy! He don't like me!" As her weeps turned to sobs, Nathan and I both tried to recant his previous statements ("He/I was being silly!") only to to be met with her weeping denial.

Soon, Nathan was weeping as well, upset that his sister would no longer believe him. The back seat was soon filled with the cries of "he/she don't like me no more!" Trying to contain my amusement at my children's gross misunderstanding, I asked each of them in turn if they loved the other. Naturally, both replied "yes" and after a rousing round of "I love [insert family member]" they were back to their happy, bubbly selves. Nathan fell asleep shortly thereafter.

We decided to build a track with the kid's brio pieces. Nathan completed a fairly elaborate "circle" and I built on an extension so Celia could play. We took turns (with some minor squabbles) putting train pieces on the track. Discovered, much to our distress, that the letter cars that Cate bought for the kids (train pieces that spelled each of their names) didn't fit underneath the bridge.

After a few crashes, tumbles, squabbles and such, I noticed a new train puttering around the track. Nathan, God bless him, had randomly picked the letters A, N, A and L and placed them behind one of the battery powered engines. Needless to say I was amused to see the word "anal" steaming along behind James' engine as they slowly circumnavigated the track.

The crash a few moments later was not an accident, contrary to the published accounts.