Katrina is suddenly obsessed with sunscreen. She's been spitting on herself and then spreading it around: "Look, Mommy, sunscream!"
And then, on the way into the house today, she stopped at the rosemary bush on the front steps, pulled her pants down, pulled her shirt up and pushed her hips forward as little boys do, so as to project forward an organ she doesn't have.
"I want to pee on the bush!"
No wonder she's not potty-training! Too many brothers around here, neither of whom would confess to this influence. The next thing you know, she'll be aiming for lemon trees.