The other day Bugs hopped up next to me on the lounge and presented his foot to me.
E: "There's a nail on your market toe" (We're still working on the whole you me, I, mine, yours thing...it's getting there. )
Me: "Your what now?"
E: "There's a nail on the market toe" (as he points to the aforementioned foot)
Me: "I'm sorry...what?"
E: (very patiently) "There's a nail on the market toe. Market toe".
And then it dawned on me - there was a small hang nail on his big toe that was bothering him.
You know...this little piggy went to the market?
Daddy can be slow sometimes.