i was cooking dinner and frankie came up to me, crying and wanting to be held. between wails she whined- "mommy, i can smell henry's poop! MOOOOMMMYYYY"
max happened to be taking out the trash and something REALLY rank must have been festering in it.
and tonight.
"mommy" she whispered, crinkling her nose and looking at me in a conspiratorial way, "get me some stinky watah so i can paint on paper."
she seemed to be happy with a cup of water and water colors. which is good because we were fresh out of stinky water.
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