Except not really.

After losing the battle of the britches wherein SmallChild insists the jeans with the flowers fit her and I try to explain “fit” means she can actually you know, sit and climb up on the furniture, I was driving her to Chad’s for the day. She was rattling nonsense in the back seat and the monologue turned extra weird.

SmallChild: … cuz cuz I ate too much cereal and now I need to get the baby out of my tummy cuz dere’s a baby in dere and I gotta squeeze really hard and get it out so I can hold it and love it and eat more cereal later…

Me: What? (as I swerve to avoid the car I almost sideswiped)

SmallChild: … yeah Grammi I ate too much cereal just now and now I need to get the baby out of my tummy so I can show Casey (Chad’s daughter) but I can’t move cuz my pants is too small…

I guess I won the britches battle after all.