Tuhrds and Fawts...big boobs?

I'm trying to get downstairs for a workout....these little people are hampering me. Matthew ran to the bathroom holding his bottom saying, I got a tuhrd! Then yells for me to come hold his hand. (When potty training and constipated, I would say, Hold my hand and squeeze hard. The hand holding has stuck.) He is sitting there and tells me, "You want to 'mell my unduhrwear? I had 2 fawts and now a 'uge tuhrd." without missing a beat looks up at me, "Why do you have big boobs? Cuz Daddy and Thomas and me and Emma all have ittle boobs, but ew (you) have big boobs." That's just the way God made me dear, and no, I don't want to smell your underwear.