...that is what Claire is going to say when she's 14 and she reads this post.
This was our conversation from this afternoon...
Setup: Claire is in the playroom and I am in the kitchen.
Claire: Don't come in here, Mom!
Me: Ok.
Claire: Do you know why?
Me: No. (and she didn't look like she was up to anything too sneaky, so I wasn't concerned)
Claire: Well, don't come in here.
Me: Ok.
Claire: Do you know what I did?
Me: (Now I'm just going to amuse her so that she quits asking.) Ummm...did you bake me a cake?
Claire: Nooooo.
Me: Did you.....(I'm trying to think of something silly)...fart?
Claire: YEEESSSS! Did you smell it?
Me: No.
Claire: Well, don't come in here because it's really stinky!! It kind of smells like Daddy's toots! His are a little stinkier though. (rather matter-of-factly)
Me: (Totally laughing at this point) Daddy would be proud.
...now Josh might be embarrassed as well. Probably not though...I mean, really, who's toots don't stink?
2 comments:
Too funny Jackie--Great post!! Made me laugh!! Have a very Happy Mother's Day! julie :)
Adorable!!! I would have loved to have been there for that one...just not in the play room :)
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