Me: "Gabe, you usually love your pepperoni! Why did you take it all off your cheeza?"
Gabe: "Um, this stuff hurt my tongue."
Me: "You mean it was too spicy?"
Gabe: "Good word, Mom! Yes, it was too spicy."
Wednesday morning, while Gabe was going #2 before school:
Gabe: "I'm going poop on the potty, Mom."
Me: "I am so proud of you! Do you ever go #2 at school?"
Gabe: "I like to poop at home."
Me: "Oh, okay. Do your friends ever poop at school?"
Gabe (looking horrified): "Mom! Friends don't poop on the classroom floor! They poop on the teacher's potty!"
Me: "That's what I meant! They poop on the potty at school."
Gabe: "Yeah. With the teachers."
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