During a rare cuddle session this morning:
H, pointing to my armpit: "Biiig pitty!"
Then points to the inside of my elbow: "Little pitty."
My child is a genius.
On a couple other notes, I'm relieved to report that I passed my glucose test with flying colors. After another embarrasing encounter at today's checkup, I have decided that my weigh-in uniform will consist of a tank, leggings, flip flops and nothing more.