Upon smelling something kinda foul:
Me: Who's poopy? Kashton did you poop?
Kashton: I'm not poopy!
Malachi: He's not poopy mom, I just tooted.
and then after a little pause and with a big smile on his face
Malachi: smells like stink!
Pleeeeeeeeeeease let the next one be a girl... and a really dainty girl at that.
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Hehe! ..and they're all the same (males, that is)! I believe that some don't grow out of it either!:)
k that is awesome i love it...:)
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