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 wants to live in a world where Hogwarts is real, dark chocolate is packaged with good books, and houses clean themselves. Until then, she is the divorced mom of twins, blogger, sometimes crafter, traveler, napper, cooker, snail mailer, geocacher, and corporate bean counter.