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Me: “Honey you say, ‘yesterday.”
Xylus: “I say ‘last day.'”
Xylus to his sister: “Caca, this is your plate.”
X to me: “Mom, I can call my sister ever I want.”
Me: “Yes, I suppose that’s true for now.”
X: “I am calling her Caca right now.”
Thank god we don’t live in France where that word actually means poop.
X: “Sister, sister…. Caca! Caca! Meet me in the kitchen,” (which is really a play tent).
X from the “kitchen”: “I farted Caca!” (Told in a tone indicating this is great and wonderful news– information that one wouldn’t want to miss.)
Meanwhile my mind is still translating the word “Caca” to “shit” every time I hear it.
X while commenting on his sister’s activity on the potty: “Sister you have a lot of poop in your arm!”
Some days the things that come out of his mouth just bowl me over laughing. Today is one of those days. I hope you enjoy it too.