While preparing dinner tonight, I questioned Daniel about something he had done (though I don't remember what). Ella, who apparently was eavesdropping, said, "Don't get mad at daddy, cause he's no match for you."
And this afternoon, Jude told me that I was a poopy diaper. He says this kind of thing all of the time, so I've become kind of desensitized. I just replied, "well, you're a poopy diaper too." He responded, "you're a poopy diaper with a rash on your butt." So there.
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I made the mistake of reading your story outloud to my kids. They thought it was so funny. Now they are telling eachother they have diaper rash.
Your kids are hilarious. I don't know what will become of them. Are they funnier / more insightful than average? Because you know everyone's got charming, whimsical kid stories, but your - yours take the cake. Where do they get this stuff, and I'm not just talking about the stuff in this post b/c I've read some other doozies here too.
Hi, by the way! It's been, what, 10 years? This is Rosemary Horan. Now DuVinage, married with 1 boy Anthony (2) and one on the way. I live near Washington, DC.
Rosemary Horan! My goodness, it is so good to hear from you. Congratulations on your family--a new baby on the way! I would love to hear all about your family and see some pictures of your little guy. I am sure glad to know that you're well and enjoying many blessings. And I'm wondering if this comment will somehow get back to you ... hmm, not sure how that all works.
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