As heard from our bathroom this morning as I was getting ready for work:
(Kevin, stepping out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel)
Kate: What's Dat?
Kevin: A towel.
Kate: No, not towel. Dat. (pointing at Kevin)
(Me: putting on my make-up and SO glad I am not a part of this conversation)
Kate: Daddy goes pee-pee?
Kevin: Yes, sometimes Daddy goes pee-pee.
Kate walks away.
Kevin is mortified.
(Me: snickering to myself in the background & pointing at Kevin)