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Today was endlessly amusing chez nous.
(It was also endlessly frustrating, but more on that in an upcoming post. This is all about the laughter.)

C: Do snakes poop?
Me: Yes. All animals poop. If you eat, you poop.
C: But where does it come out from?
Me: They have a special hole just like we do. But I'm not sure where it is, because they don't have bums like we do.
Do alligators poop? Crocodiles? Because they don't have bums either.
Me: They poop out of a special hole like snakes do.
C: But where is it?
Me: I have no idea.

(ten minutes later)

C: Where do clementines come from?
Me: They grow on trees!
C: Where did you come from?
Me: I grew inside my mommy.
C: But how did you get all your parts?
Me: Pardon?
C: How did you get all your people parts?
Me: Um.

(five minutes later)

C: I'm going to read your book!
Me: Ok.
C: But there aren't any pictures!
Me: No, there aren't.
C: But how can you read it then? There are supposed to be pictures!!
Me: I just read the words.
C: Oh. Well, what does it say on this page?
Me: I can't see the book from here, bud. I have to see it to read the words.

(five minutes later)

C: Can you carry me, cause I - OH. I have to go pee RIGHT NOW!
Me: Then go!
(he runs upstairs)
C: I really really really have to pee right now! (he starts peeing) Ah, ah, finally, ah, finally. I REALLY had to pee. I thought I was going to DIE if I didn't go pee.


MLW said…
LOL! LOL! LOL! especially "I have to pee"
Katie V. said…
The inquisitive kind of kid...the best kind! Too cute.

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