They're The Same Thing Mom.

In our bathroom, unbeknownst to me, a party had been called simply because I wanted to use the facilities.

"Girls may I have a little privacy please?"

Thumbelina-Ballerina, stepping further into the bathroom, silently closed the door.

"Oh wait," I mused sarcastically to myself "I forgot, I gave up privacy when I gave birth."

To which Thumbelina-Ballerina-Josephina replied: "Well, you can have privacy tomorrow."

Oh, well that makes it all better, please invite the neighbors.

Thumbelina, looking out the kitchen window this morning.

"Mom, that dog is going home, his home doesn't have a cat in it. That cat is going home too, OH now the dog is coming back, now the cat is going in the other erection."

"Honey, don't you mean the other direction?"

"They're the same thing mom."