In the car, we are listening to "If I Had a Million Dollars":
Me: Hey, Cammy, this band is called the Bare Naked Ladies. Isn't that silly?
Cam: What's silly about it?
Me: Well, because they're not naked and they're not ladies.
Cam: And they're not bears, either.
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At a restaurant, we are finishing up lunch:
Cam: (turning red with effort) Mommy! I'm going poo poos!
Me: (quietly) Ok, buddy. Thanks for letting me know.
Cam: (loudly) Mommy, why does poo poo come out of my bum bum?
Me: (smiling apologetically at the man sitting within earshot) Um. . .I don't really know, buddy. That would have been a good question to ask the doctor at your check-up.
Cam: Mommy, you pretend to be the doctor, and I'll be Cammy.
Me: Um. . .
Cam: (loudly, oh so loudly) DOCTOR, WHY DOES POO POO COME OUT OF MY BUM BUM?
Me: Uh. . .
Cam: BECAUSE IT LOOOOOOOOVES TO SEE MY DIAPER!!
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In our livingroom, looking out the open window
Me: Oh, there's Mr. S walking his doggy.
Cam: (screaming) HI!! HI MR. S!!!!!
Mr. S: (chuckling) Hi!
Cam: WE'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU!
Mr. S: . . .
Thursday, May 29, 2008
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Kate,
A conversation echoed by so many toddlers and feared by so many parents of toddlers!
Too Funny!
~ Jen
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