So, I’m online & my twin toddlers are, well, toddling around. Digging into the Tupperware, pulling out toys, making racket. Usual 13-month-old stuff. All’s well chez fessie.
And I become engrossed in some story or another when part of my brain notices it’s become unusually quiet. There’s just a straining shuffling grunting sound coming from the kitchen behind me.
I turn around to see both son and daughter on the floor, on all fours. He’s behind her, has pulled down her diaper, and is smacking her on the ass! And she’s laughing!
I swear to you all, we have NOT been playing hide-the-salami in front of the little 'uns.