As I was getting breakfast ready this morning, a conversation between me and Jenna went like this:
Jenna: Mommy, can I wear my Easter shoes today? You know the pink ones with the sparkles?
Me: No, Jenna. We only wear those on Sundays now.
Looking over her shoulder with a scowl on her face, her hand on her hip, and her little rear end sticking out, she said . . .
"If you don't be good to me, you'll have to talk to the booty butt!"
I almost cracked up right there!! Where the heck did she learn that? I didn't know if I should laugh or scold her for telling me to talk to her butt.
I did both.
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