I was painting in the kitchen today when I felt a little finger poking me on the bottom. I tried to ignore the constant poking, but it was not going away. I then heard a little voice say, "That's big." Oh, no. I knew what was coming, but I'm a glutton for punishment, so I ask, "What's big, Lily?" More poking continues. "That bottom is really big, Mommy." Thank you, Lily. Thank you very much.