When we were all under the weather a week or so ago, I prepared some Benadryl for the kids.
ME: Come on, guys, let’s take some medicine.
HENRY: (in perfect sing-song voice) Boys and giiiiiiirrrrrls! Time for medddicinnnne!
Sitting at breakfast table, Bentley lays nearby licking his paws
ELEANOR: Noooo, Bentley! No! Don’t eat you paws! That’s not food!
Henry’s latest song creation
Daddy change my diaper
poop poop poop poop
ANDY: What do you want for lunch?
ELEANOR: Butter sandwich
ANDY: (grabs peanut butter sandwich fixings) How did they go from saying puffavich to butter sandwich?
ELEANOR: Noooooo! I no want bug sandwich!
HENRY: I want bug sandwich!
changing Henry’s diaper
HENRY: Kiss it.
ME: Kiss what, sweetie?
HENRY: Kiss my poop.
ME: Oh no, I’m not going to kiss your poop.
HENRY: It make your face all dirty?