Everything is boh-boh!
After D’s papa scolded him for standing on something he shouldn’t, and D’s grandmother and I warned him that the sewing machine is “boh-boh,” I realized that D probably thinks that everything is out to get him and will end up with an anxiety disorder about it or something. So, I picked him up by his ankles and swung him around the house singing “everythingggggggg is boh-bohhhhh.” It’s the perfect anecdote to anything.
