So Bella and I were just hangin' out on a Saturday afternoon after a full day of tax-free shopping and working in the garden. Bella goes into her playhouse and begins making those sounds that you know will lead to a diaper change.
Me: Bay, are you pooping?
Bella: Yeah. (Sounds more like "yay-yuh" in her Southern drawl.)
Me: Want to go poop on the potty?
Bella: No, fank oo. I want just poopin' in my house, okay?
Who can argue with that?
8.8.09
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