As I'm lying in bed tonight with my two year old he holds his hand up to me. Here is the conversation:
Me: Get your hand out of my face please.
Two Year Old: Smell It.
Me: Smell your hand?
Two Year Old: Yes, smell it.
Me: Why?
Two Year Old: Iit smells.
Me: Why? What did you touch?
Two Year Old: My FEET!
As he proceeds to crack up laughing! I wonder sometimes where he gets this shit from!
OBSCENITY ALERT:
This Blog is my outlet. It's where I share my thoughts and feelings. It's a place where I can vent. Not everyone thinks alike. People don't always share the same religious or political views. Some people (like me!) occasionally think in more “colorful” terms than others. Sorry, but I'm a big girl and can use cuss words and talk about not-so-mainstream stuff if I want to. If you find that sort of language offensive / shocking / annoying, you may want to stop reading now. Life as a military wife ain't always pretty. It's my life, though, so don't say I didn't warn you.
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My 15month old sticks are bottle in my mouth and forces me to drink some milk...so gross.
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