Grouper came to me this morning to announce the arrival of something "messy" in his underwear. No, he's not potty-trained. He refuses to use the potty. He also generally refuses to wear diapers. But he LOVES his Power Ranger underwear, and makes sure I keep up on the laundry he creates.
Anyhow, so we're in the bathroom getting him cleaned up, and he says, "Eew, something smells STINKY." And I say, "Yep, that would be the poop." And he says, "No, I think it's Emma." As in, Emma the cat, who was innocently sipping water from the bathroom sink.
Apparently, denial of the stench of our own crap begins early.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
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Oh too cute. Yet stinky. :)
Oooh, look, Crankenpants, my first blog spam! Looks like I might finally have to secure the comments section a little more. Bear with me while I figure this out...
Oh Cool you turned on the word verify, I think that will help.
What a cute story! Aren't they funny with the affinity they have for what comes out? Not grossed out at all -- just matter-of-fact.
And then to blame the cat! Spectacular! Reminds me of my little one breaking my hairbrush about six months ago and blaming it on her plush toy ladybug.
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