Oh. My. God. We're home. We had a lovely Thanksgiving visit in Asheville, NC. It's one of my favorite places EVER.
But the drive home today. Jesus. I'm thinking of writing a play entitled Days of Whine and Noses (Scrunched Up With The Smell Of Poop). Seriously, we had to change The Baby Girl 5 times!
On to the quote of the evening. Allow me to set the scene.
A boy. A bath. A sound.
Bloop bloop bloop
"Mom! Dad! Did I just poop?"
Dear, innocent child! No, you farted, sweetie.
"Oh! When I fart under water, it makes bubbles. You don't see that every day!"
I should say not!