Bitchin' Trains Part II

Henry and I are downstairs watching a Jane Austin flick. He points to his train tracks, looks at me, and says, "Bitch this way."
I start to laugh, a tiny part of me wondering if he is telling me to go play with him, or pointing out his bridge. Probably the latter.
I pronounce slowly, like before, "bridge, Henry."
"Bitch, yes."
Ah. Just wait til he goes to Sunday School and plays with their train set. Won't they be surprised.