At dinner, Adia passes gas.
Me: Run, go potty!
A: I was afraid you'd say that.
Charles just came to get Adia out of the spot where she was hiding to get ready for bed.
C: Get out of your hidey hole.
A: That's not my hiney hole!
C: hi-DEE hole, honey.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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