This is the conversation that Randy & I overheard tonight as the kids were enjoying the last of their bath.
"Tanner, do you have a sore on your penis?"
"No, I don't have a sore on my penis. I have a helmet." (I have no idea where he got this from...)
"You have a helmet?"
"Yes, that is where the butterfly* bit me...and drank my blood."
So, my next question - at what age do you make boy/girl twins quit taking baths with each other?
*Now, the butterfly part I get. Whenever Tanner has to have his blood drawn for labs, they use a butterfly needle. We tell him that the butterfly is going to bite him and then drink his blood. Yeah, I know, whacked out & a little weird, but it prevents him from crying during lab sticks.