Blech
Diana was out late last night, and when Avery woke up I let her sleep and took him downstairs myself. A while later I needed to dress him and the laundry basket had no underware or pants, so I went upstairs to get him some. Avery, of course, had to follow. When I showed him the underware I picked out he looked it over and shouted “BLECH!”
“Shh,” I said, “Mommy is still sleeping.”
“Oh.” He thought for a moment, leaned in close, cupped his hand over his mouth putting it right next to my ear, and whispered “blech.”