Jude was sitting on the arm of her booster seat, even though we’ve told her ten thousand times not to. And somehow her pants had gotten worked down over her bum so that some of her plumber’s crack was showing. I was getting a good laugh out of it.
Gideon, always interested in his sister’s doings, was keeping an eye on her while he signed to me for “More, please” of his rice, beans, and chicken enchilada.
Me to Josh: Gideon is watching Little Miss Cracky Pants over there.
Jude (eating chips and beans): CRACKY PANTS!!
We snicker and smirk.
Jude (her mouth stuffed full of chips): CRAPPY PANTS!!
We really start to giggle.
Jude (bite swallowed): CRACKY PANTS! GEE-YON!!! CRACKY PANTS!!!
Josh: Jude, I hate to tell you this, and I don’t want you to be nervous, but… I think you might have cracked your bum. Pause. Did you fall and crack your bum? ‘Cause there’s a big crack right down the middle of your bottom, and I think you must have fallen. Did you?
Jude (listening intently, watching him out of the side of her eyes): No. I didn’t fall. (She’s starting to grin. Then she looks at me, and since I’m grinning she relaxes into the joke.)
Josh: Well, you’ve got this big crack. Right in the middle of your bum. And I don’t think you had that crack when we first got you from the store.
Jude: Yes. Yes I did. I was cracked.
Of course, this means we totally lost it. Yes, Jude, you were cracked!!