Anya was playing in the playroom and then, in her trademark way, plunked herself down on her behind. Unfortunately for her, her behind, and Ernie, a little Ernie bathtoy was in her bottom’s path.

She got up and said to me: “Tushy hurts. Tushy hurts. I’s tushy hurts!”

I had to give it a kiss to make it feel better.

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A bit later, Lauren was in the playroom with us. I was headed upstairs to shower and started taking off my shirt. Anya noticed and said, “Daddy’s naked!” I responded jokingly: “Yes, and Anya’s a pervert.” 

Anya then said: “I’s a pervert! I’s a pervert!”

Lauren and I started laughing, hysterically. Anya soon joined, laughing and giggling and snorting in her perfect way. That fueled our laughter, which in turn fueled hers. In fact, Anya began laughing so forcefully that she propelled herself down, onto her tushy. 

Fortunately, this time, both Ernie and Anya’s tushy were safe. 

And if you think I kissed bare tush as opposed to be-pajama’ed tush, then you, too, are a pervert.