Stinkers Talk At Our House

Just for the record, stinkers talk at our house.  Last night, the kids asked if they could sleep in bed with me so I said yes.  We were getting ready for bed and instead of watching their shows, they asked if they could go ahead and go to bed.  We snuggled up and I heard someone stinker.

Mo: Mommy, I just stinkered.  Did you hear it?

Me:  Yes.

Mo:  Did you hear what it said?

Me:  What it said?

Mo:  My stinker talked.  Did you hear what it said?

Me: Uh… no.  What did it say?

Mo (in a ghost voice):  I-NEED-A-BATH.

Me:  It said what?

Mo (in a ghost voice):  I-NEED-A-BATH.

Me:  Stinkers don’t talk.

Mo: Mine do.

So, I guess stinkers talk at our house.  How do I argue with that?

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Julia is the divorced mom of twins, a blogger, a sometimes crafter, crazy snailmailer, and a corporate bean counter. In her "spare" time, she scrapbooks, travels, makes cards, blogs, designs jewelry, searches for missing cleats and pom poms, enjoys good dark chocolate, and sneaks naps.