As Jonathan and I are in the shampoo aisle of Walmart, my toddler says (yells) to me:
"Eeewwww...Mama...stinker!" "Mama STINK-er.....Eeeeewwwwww!" "stinky mama!" Over and Over again he is chanting this down the aisles. Huh...wish I would have actually let a big ole stinker so I could at least bask in the pride of such praise!
As we got to the front to pay, he changed his chant (thank goodness!) to:
"Need choc-o-late mama pleeeeeeeease" over and over. Now that's my boy!
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Sounds like something my husband would do to me after HE cut a big one!
Hi Kristi! I just found your blog and it is wonderful. So good to "see" you again and you look great.
You've met your match with that boy!
Too funny I can really see this happening. If you could have only had a sign on your back that said "Did you fart?" Or painted in glow-in-the-dark paint on the celing... whatever. That would have topped it off.
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