"That's NOT a hot dog!"

This morning as I was getting my things together to leave for work, Jeremy was getting Jacob some breakfast and Jacob was playing with a set of kitchen tongs - not the pincher, restaurant type, the old scissor type.

Jacob was pinching Jeremy's butt with the tongs. He has this obsession with butts lately - he also likes to come up behind me and say "tickle, tickle" while jamming his little fingers in the crack.

Back to my point. So Jacob is walking around with these tongs, opening and closing them. He walks up to his daddy with these tongs and proceeds to attack in the, um, nether region.

I see Jeremy jump back - "That's NOT a hot dog!"