Conversation heard at my home yesterday morning:
*pitter patter of little feet*
*Anne hands me her princess sippy cup*
"Anne don't like this."
"Oh Sweetie, why not?"
I'm bluffing. I totally know why not. It's because I mixed stool softener into her juice. She just has regular stomach, you know, *issues*, and I want to pave the way for a comfortable bathroom experience.
"This *is* orange juice, Sweetheart."
"Mommy. CHECK IT."
She totally wasn't buying it.