The other night, Baby Badass was sitting on my lap while we watched something on TV. I was looking at my phone, reading some news article about the Royal Baby's car seat being named something really pretentious, when all of a sudden my daughter started crying. I look over at her, and she's got a decent sized booger boulder dripping out of her nose.
"Nose towel," she cried. "I need nose towel!"
The Boss and I share a look while trying not to laugh. While we have our share of nicknames for things around the house that are easier for Baby Badass to say, we have never called tissues "nose towels", nor have I ever heard of them being called that before.
"Do you mean tissues?" asks my wife. "Do you need a tissue?"
"Yeah," Baby Badass replies, nodding. "Nose towel."
She knows the right word for tissues and asks for them correctly all the time, but she apparently has her dad's flair for creativity. As for me, I think she might be onto something.
From now on, I'm going to refer to toilet paper as "ass towels".
Have a good weekend, everyone.