Sarah was sitting on the couch yesterday and I was in the kitchen when she said, "Mommy, I smell like butt!" And then she looked over at me and laughed a devilish laugh.
"Sarah, please don't say 'butt'. Say 'bottom', it sounds much nicer. And did you poot? Is that why you stink?" I asked, hoping that it really was something simple that didn't require any clean-up.
"No," she said. "I had my hand in my bottom and now it stinks!"
She began giggling uncontrollably and held up her hand as if she was holding a golden statue after her acceptance speech at the Oscars.
Just keeping it real here. Just keeping it real.