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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.
C:
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.

Comments

  1. LOL! LOL! LOL! especially "I have to pee"

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  2. The inquisitive kind of kid...the best kind! Too cute.

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