Exasperated. I looked down at Tornado E in his shirt and underwear, lying on his back, playing with toys.
Me: Tornado E. What toy did you put in your underwear? Take it out.
Tornado E: (giggled) I don’t have a toy in my underwear. It’s my penis! It’s standing up!
If that wasn’t bad enough, a fully dressed Tornado S walked over and stood over Tornado E, looking down at him.
Tornado S: Hey, Tornado E! My penis is looking down at you!
Oh, brother. Help me.