During bath time with Kyle and Joelle tonight...
Me: Uh oh, looks like Joelle just pooped in the bath.
Kyle: Yeah, it looks like she did.
Me: silent pause while I try to figure out my next move.
Kyle: I am not excited about this. Get me out of here.
My son has an uncanny ability to detect and identify sweets on my breath. It's annoying, cool, and creepy all at the same time. Usually goes something like this... I smell something. What is that. What are you eating. Open your mouth, can I smell your mouth (thrusts nose in my mouth). Mmm... I smell chocolate. Can I have some? Can I have some? Can I have some? (Repeat until Daddy's ears bleed).
