Me (after smelling something foul): "Conner, did you make stinky poop?"
Conner (with a very serious face): "No, Mama!"
Then he pokes me in the chest with one finger and interrogates me with "Mama! Did YOU stinky poop?"
It wasn't me, I swear!
27 November 2007
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Ha! Posts about poop are always a good thing. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'd have to agree.
ReplyDeleteNICE. I always know when Aiden has gone, because he gives me an immediate and distinct NOOOOOO and then runs away. that makes the changing of the stinky poop sooo much more of a joyous occasion for all involved!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's great when kids turn the tables on you!
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