Do you smell something?!

Here's the scene:

We're in the bathroom, and Melanie is wrapped up in a towel, fresh from the bathtub, in my arms. We're snuggling up, kind of cuddly, etc.

All of a sudden: "Do you smell something?!"

I say, "No, what do you smell?"

"Cotton Balls!!"

Brian and I are cracking up at this point, and she's laughing, just because she thinks it's funny that we're laughing.

Then, as I'm holding her, remember, wrapped up in a towel, she says, "Uh oh! I am tooted!" (translation: she's tooting right now). Basically, in my hand. And then she says again:

"Do you smell something?!"

Well, we're cracking up all over again. And she is asking us, "What's so funny? I really smell something this time!" Which makes us laugh even harder. She was just a hoot tonight.

They did a lot of playing outside tonight. I was outside without any shoes on for some of the afternoon, so my feet were pretty black. We were upstairs and she said, "Mommy, what's wrong with your foots?" I said that they were dirty, and she said, "Can I see?". I picked up my foot and showed her, and she said, "Oh my goodness! That is just nasty!"

Truth hurts, doesn't it?





It was a good day. She was full of herself.