The importance of enunciation.

This morning when I went in to get Josie out of bed, she looked up at me and said "mama, aye haf boo-boo om my 'and." So I picked her up and carried her into the living room to see what caused the boo-boo and give it a kiss. Only after we sat down and I was pulling her hand to my face, did I realize that my arm was slightly wet and she smelled funny.

No, not boo-boo on her hand...poo-poo on her hand. Yuck. I was going to kiss that. *hurp*

Let's play a game of "Guess that white substance..."

If you guessed powdered sugar, you win!

I went into the living room just long enough for Josie to grab a "snack" for herself.

Me: "Josie, what are you doing?"

Josie: "Eating cake!"