Gib changing Fenn's diaper about 6:45 a.m. . . .
Fenn in a sleepy voice, "My wing-ding is hanging out."
Gib, "Yeah, your wing-ding is."
Fenn, "I just don't know about that crazy wing-ding."

Later on when I told Great-Grandma Tucker about it she laughed and said, "Just tell him he better take care of it, no matter what!"