Cheese With Your Whine?
4.02.2006
I'm washing sheetsConversation with my almost two year old:
Rylee (coming from her bedroom where she is watching Dora while I'm trying to work): Look, Mom!
Mom (stopping to look at her hand she's proudly waving in the air): What is it?
Mom (after making the mistake of getting close enough to see - and smell - her hand): Is that poop?
Rylee: Yeah!
Mom: Did you wipe it somewhere?
Rylee (just proud as punch): Uh huh.
Mom: Where did you wipe it?
Rylee: Mommy get up. Rylee's bedroom.
I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
