For some reason, Carolyn is enthralled by underwear.
Whenever I get dressed for the gym, she points at my little chub-rub-preventing undershorts and says, "Underwear! Underwear!"
I'm guessing she learned the word from Dr. Suess ABC book.
Walking into the gym yesterday, there was a lady with her g-string hanging out the back of her shorts (can someone please explain to me why you'd wear a g-string to work out in?)
Carolyn starts pointing and screaming (because her new thing is to scream anything she says), "Mama! Underwear! Lady! Underwear! Niiiice!"