Musings over Breakfast

Today at breakfast Will held up his bent arm and asked me, "Mama, what's this?"
I looked up from my breakfast preparations to reply, "Um...Your elbow."
He then said, "No, Mama! This!" as he grabbed himself under is arm.
I said, "Oh. That's your under arm."
To which he replied, " No, Mama! That's my Batman!"

It took me a few seconds to comprehend. But then I finally got it after I realized that we had watched Underdog last night!

You can't beat his favorite super hero!


Then, my sassy Mae Mae replied, "Mama! Why didn't you just call it an arm pit!"

Oh, the joys of a good, deep breakfast conversation!