After having a little bonding time with Baby Wingnut, I told him to go find the "girls" and go play.
"How about with my boy?" He asked.
"Um, sure,"I replied.
Off he ran only to return a few moments later with tears in his eyes.
"I can't find my boy," He cried.
"Where is he?"
"Is he the boy baby doll?"
"No, he's JP."
Yep, that's right. His "boy" is his older brother, Stat Boy. Once found, "boy" was promptly punched in the face.