Overheard: 5 seconds ago
Blossom is sitting on my lap. Not the easiest way to blog, but hey . . .
She is wearing her Strawberry Shortcake leotard from ballet, which is relevant to this story, I promise.
Buttercup came in from the other room, "Mommy, There is a stinky poop smell!" (I still don't know what smells she's talking about.)
Blossom replies, "Buttercup, smell my bum. It smells like strawberries." She is totally sincere. From her tone and attitude it is clear that she truly believes her own bum smells of strawberries. Perhaps she believes the magic Strawberry Shortcake scent powers are living in her colon.
She is wrong.
Without a second thought, and even with great enthusiasm Buttercup says, "Okay!" She leans in, takes a sniff, "Ewweuw Yuck, Your bum smell like poopy."
They are both very disappointed.
She is wearing her Strawberry Shortcake leotard from ballet, which is relevant to this story, I promise.
Buttercup came in from the other room, "Mommy, There is a stinky poop smell!" (I still don't know what smells she's talking about.)
Blossom replies, "Buttercup, smell my bum. It smells like strawberries." She is totally sincere. From her tone and attitude it is clear that she truly believes her own bum smells of strawberries. Perhaps she believes the magic Strawberry Shortcake scent powers are living in her colon.
She is wrong.
Without a second thought, and even with great enthusiasm Buttercup says, "Okay!" She leans in, takes a sniff, "Ewweuw Yuck, Your bum smell like poopy."
They are both very disappointed.
posted by fMhLisa @ 11:55 AM
1 Comments:
At 6:38 PM,
M.A. said…
Your ashes story at fmhw inspired me to check out this blog once again.
And wow, am I ever glad I did. That made me laugh out loud.
Happy mother's day, and thanks for the laugh.
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