Last week, Erik pointed to his belly button a couple times and told us it was his penis. We said, no, it's your belly button.
Erik has been obsessed with cheese sandwiches for months now. We try to offer him other kinds of sandwiches in an effort to distract him and try new things. My mom and I are big fans of PBJs and the Lindells put peanut butter on everything so he is often offered peanut butter. He usually says no.
Earlier this week, Erik was shirtless getting ready for a nap. He looked at me, pointed to his belly button and said very slowly, syllable by syllable, "This is my peanut button." I don't know if I have ever laughed so hard.