On our car ride home from Grammy's house tonight, my older son Phoenix told me that he had something on his finger so I told him to wipe it on his pants.
"I can't, that wont work."
So wash your hands when you get home."
"That wont work either, it's stuck on my finger."
"So scrub your finger."
"No, that won't work. Gavin said that you need to take it off with tweezles."
I laughed so hard and when I tried to correct him, he told me that I didn't know what I was talking about. "It's a tweezle mommy, Gavin told me."
So Phoenix and I had a long conversation about how tweezles aren't sharp and they make a pinching motion. He didn't believe me though. Oh, kids are great!