Sitting next to Sharks on the steps.
Sharks: Mommy stinky.
Me: What?
Sharks: Stinky.
Me: What's stinky?
Sharks: Mommy stinky.
Me: I'm stinky? What stinks?
Sharks: Feet.
And that is what I get for telling him he has stinky feet every night when I put on his pajamas. I should have known he was planning to use it against me.
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