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
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.

1 Comment on Stinkers Talk At Our House

  1. OMg…just too cute…talking farts…I LOVE IT…almost want to tell Dino about it but afraid of the bad results as he thinks its fun to sit on daddy’s face and fart when wrestling. 😉

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