I was having a snuggle with Char, Bo and Jane on the couch two nights ago, as we looked through their Usborne Human Body book (which I will admit is the coolest flap-book I have ever seen...if you want to buy one, I happen to know a certain Usborne lady...)
Char: "Oh, that is di...stug...sting"
Char (hiding her face in her hands): "Yeah, that is di...stug...sting!"
Bo (leaning over my shoulder with a slight grin): "I think it is adorable"
So there you have it.
Char will likely not go into medicine.
Bo might end up working as a forensic anthropologist...the irony is, after hearing the name "Bodhi Jones" (a Vancouver musician), I tend to call Bo, "Bodhi Jones" from time to time (to which he says, 'that's not my name, Kaleen!'). But, shorten Bodhi Jones, and you get...Bo..nes. Coincidence? I think not.
And that, my friends, is how my brain works.
No flap book necessary.