Waiting in line to get gas yesterday I commented on the woman in front of us, noting that she had a rather large set of tata's.
Noah, who 90% of the time ignores anything we say, managed to hear this one.
"What's that mean, Mom?" (Now that he's a kindergartener he calls me Mom, no more mommy.)
"What does what mean Noah?
*insert sound of Rich choking next to me as he tries not to laugh*
"Oh, just a funny word I was saying...you know, like haha's and wawa's."
"Are you fibbing me Mom?"
Oh yeah, there I was, busted on two levels.