Monday, May 24, 2010

"I Smell Poop!"

I don't have the greatest sense of smell and since I'm a lot taller than my kids, I don't always catch the smell of soiled diaper....

But the children are always faithful to rat each other out.

So today for the umteenth time this year, Jimmy hollered "I smell poop!" and pointed to the sweet little Russian boy who is about a year and half younger than he is. I walked over to Joseph and pulled back the elastic on the back of his little pants. Sure enough, there was a whole bunch of Hershey Kisses in there.

"Come one Joseph." I said and took one sturdy little hand while he held a toy truck in the other and we walked to the bathroom together. As I started helping in the bathroom we have our usual potty conversation that goes something like this:

Joseph: "Ewwwww! Yuck!"
Me: "Eww, yuck is right Joseph."
Joseph: "I do goot?"
Me: "You do goot. You just need to poop in the potty now, okay?"
Joseph: "Goot."
Me: "Goot."

And then I get a bear hug around my neck as I'm trying to clean him up.

Them Russians.

Still love 'em.

1 comment:

Mega said...

Ha ha those wacky little ruskies. But still, eeeew!