Kid Comedy

Since Thomas was born I have been in the habit of smelling his precious hair. You know, baby smell then kid shampoo. Anyway, last week he was sitting on my lap and I sniffed the back of his head which he thinks is very funny. He asked me, "what do I smell like?"

"You smell like a five year old boy."

Then he turned around and sniffed my hair obliging me to ask, "so, what do I smell like?"

"You smell like a one hundred year old girl!"

I couldn't stop laughing. He didn't quite understand why.
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Monday morning I am in the kitchen making Thomas' lunch and getting everything ready to make the rounds to take Thad to work and Thomas to school. Lily usually takes this time to wander around the house babbling and just enjoying herself. She is very much like a clockwork mouse in that respect.

She stopped for a minute, walked over to me and began to back up to my legs. The next thing I know I hear a rumble coming from her diaper that would make any grown man proud. I look down with my mouth hanging open and say, "Lil, what was that?"

"Butt. Out." She pats her little hinder and walks away.