Gabbers observing Bun climbing onto the couch, "Bun, I see your crack. That's not modest."
Bun, totally freaked out that he has a crack, "Mommy, Gabbers said I have a crack. I need a band-aid!"
I tried to reassure him she didn't mean an "owie" or a cut and it was just his bum she was talking about. He seemed satisfied. I thought everything was okay.
Later Bun came up to me concerned about this crack somewhere on his lower back. I tried showing him what Gabbers was talking about. He seemed to understand. I thought everything was okay.
Later that evening when Danny came home from work, Bun said to him with a sad face, "Daddy, I have a crack." Danny stifled a laugh and gave me an inquisitive look as if asking me to explain. I told him. Bun was still upset about this whole crack ordeal until Danny explained to him that everyone has a crack and it's just where your bum is. He said, "Sometimes people call it a bum crack." I thought everything was finally okay.
Sunday, my friend came to sit by the kids and me during sacrament to help out. She's sweet and nice and doesn't have children yet. Bun was shy at first smiling at her, not saying much. Eventually he started whispering to her about all sorts of things. Bun got more comfortable and was talking in his normal three year old voice. When out of the blue, Bun declared LOUDLY, "Everybody has bum crack!"