One night my wife and daughter were helping in the church nursery. Our friend’s three year old son was in there, and he was having some difficulty walking, his hands down the back of his pants.
“What are you doing?” my wife asked.
“My vroom-vrooms are in my butt!” he replied.
For those of you unaware, vroom-vrooms are underpants. You know, because they have cars on them. Vroom-vroom.
“It’s called a wedgie,” she explained.
“Wedgie?” he asked, having taken an instant liking to the word. “Wedgie wedgie wedgie wedgie!”
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