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.
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ReplyDeleteOh too cute. Yet stinky. :)
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ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteAnd 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.