A conversation of deep and powerful hideousness, as relayed to me by my wife.
Wife: Honey, I think we should wash your blanky.
4-year old: Is that because I got pooh on it?
Wife: Huh?
4-year old: It's okay Mom, I washed it off myself yesterday.
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August 22, 2008
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Give the 4 year old an A for effort. You'll need to reward that effort when they get older...
Posted by: Mike | August 22, 2008 at 01:12 PM