“Nips,” Jack says.
“Huh?” I mumble as I groggily rouse myself out of another Wiggles-induced almost-nap.
“Nips!” Jack shouts.
“Um, nips …?” I sit up straighter, wondering if Lachie and Emma have confused their wiggly after-hours bedroom antics with their Wiggly TV personalities.
“NIPS!” Jack exclaims, beaming, turning to me like he’s the cleverest little boy on the planet and pointing to his baby man-boobs.
“Riiiiiight,” I nod slowly, wondering where the hell he learnt that word. “Yes, those are your nips.”
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