A couple weeks ago I mentioned that my four year old announced the difference between boys and girls was that one had peanuts and the other had a little hole.

Tonite, I’m changing the baby’s diaper. He is nearby, absolutely quiet. When I’m done wiping the poop (it took four wipes, give you an idea about what kind of diaper it was) my son says matter of factly: “I don’t see a little hole.”