Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. ~ Emily Dickinson



Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Tonight after dinner Brinnon took Hope outside so I could get somethings done. While they were outside playing I was able to get alot accomplished so I decided to make brownies. They came back inside right as I was getting ready to mix them so Hope had to stir. While the brownies were in the oven I was able to get Hope in the bath and the only way I could get her out was to tell her the brownies were ready. As she was eating her brownie she turns to me and says, "Mommy me eating poop".
Me: Oh really. Do you know what poop tastes like?
Hope: Nope but me eating poop.
Me: Hope that is gross. (she giggles)
Then she gets up real close to my face, looks me in the eye and says, "Mommy, you have poop in your eye."
Me: No I don't
Hope: Ah huh you have poopie in your eye mommy...more giggles
Me: Hope just eat your brownie
What's the deal with poop?

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