India is having trouble sleeping tonight and she just came and knocked on my bedroom door.
India: I'm just going to the bathroom, momma.
Me: Alright. Do you have to go pee?
India: No. I have to wash my hands.
Me: Why? What did you do?
India: I'm sorry, momma.
Me: What did you do?
India: I stuck them in my bum.
Me: In your bum?
India: Ya.
Me: Why?
India: I wanted to know what it smelled like.
Me: And what did it smell like?
India: Yucky.
Me: Well, there you go. No. Use more soap.
6 comments:
are you planning to dismantle this blog before she reaches adolesence?
kimberly's comment was something along the line of my thoughts!
Curiousity hey. Gotta love it!
pitty the po' fool whose momma is a writer.
At least she's honest with you! Of course, in a few years, that will be one of the first things she'll un-learn!
oh, ann! say it ain't so!
Ha! Okay, honestly, who among us can honestly say they haven't done exactly the same thing that India did at some point in time? Hmm? Hmm?
Perfectly normal - and hilarious!
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