Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Her on potty problems to my husband.
Dad I'm a great poop wiper, it's the front that drips a little sometimes.
Her on being born.
Dad who came out of your belly?
My husband, No one came out of my belly. You came out of your mother's belly. You are 50% genetically mine. I gave you your blue eyes! Your welcome!
My daughter, Thanks?!??????? As she walks away trying to figure out what the heck he was talking about!