As I was changing Jayci's stinky diaper this morning she asked me, "Did you get all the poops out of my little tiny bum?" (What the heck am I doing still changing the diapers of this little grown up?!?)
"Yup," through snorting laughs, "your little tiny bum is squeaky clean. Do I have a little tiny bum too?"
It was my own fault for asking the dreaded question and receiving the inevitable answer, "No, you have a BIG bum." She couldn't seem to put enough emphasis in 'BIG'.
"Yup," through snorting laughs, "your little tiny bum is squeaky clean. Do I have a little tiny bum too?"
It was my own fault for asking the dreaded question and receiving the inevitable answer, "No, you have a BIG bum." She couldn't seem to put enough emphasis in 'BIG'.
