Monday, April 20, 2009

Conversations with Sharks, Part IV

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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