Daddy (being the boy that he is) has decided to indoctrinate Sam into the joys of toilet humor. He is the drama king about all things poop-related and constantly telling the girls about how much their poop stinks. At one point, I noticed Sam was becoming self-conscious about it so Daddy and I had a talk about how it can be mortifying for a little girl to stink, especially since she seemed to think it was just her. We had to have many discussions with her about how every one's poop stinks. (Notice the life lesson?) Since then we've returned to a degree of silliness about the subject.
One recent day...
Sam (giggling): "Does my poop stink?"
Dad (incredulous) "No, I think you lost your stink!"
She then decided to alert Nana and Papa about this sudden change with phone calls and updates. They of course reciprocated by asking if her stink had come back.
We have confirmation even with Daddy's allergies - the stink is back. Upon receiving the confirmation, Sam said, "Sofie's butt said, 'Here you go Sammy, you can have your stink back'". That is a direct quote from Sam that I'm sure we'll use to torture her when she's a teenager!
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