Our five-year-old son was fresh from the bath and preparing to don his pajamas. "Mommy, I need some lotion!"
I grabbed a bottle of baby lotion and wandered into the bedroom. "Here you go, Buddy," I said and squirted a small dollop into his outstretched hand.
I was busily pulling pajamas onto our three-your-old when Ben entered the room. My back faced toward to our eldest son. "Hey!" Ben exclaimed, "What in the world are you doing?"
I turned to see our son carefully massaging his chest with lotion.
"I want my nipples to be nice and soft, Daddy," he calmly explained. Ben stifled a laugh.
Our son innocently added, "Here. Smell my nipples!"