My 3-year old niece has definitely inherited the mutant female gene in my family. "Which one?" you're thinking. The one where poo is perfectly normal and part of too much conversation. There have been many indicators of this in past, like when she burst in on me peeing and set a miniature cat on a miniature toilet right next to full-size me on a full-size toilet. She has announced to restaurants that she just had a scary poo-poo and so on. However, this weekend's incident proved this is not just typical kid stuff, but the family female gene hard at work.
My mom was watching Kylee this weekend, as my sister was out of town with her husband and their friends. Kylee and my mom were at my mom's boyfriend's house and were making valentines. Kylee was putting random letters on the valentines and would then announce to them what they said.
Let me backtrack a bit. On Saturday morning, Kylee was supposed to go to my mom's boyfriend's grandaughter's birthday. Unfortunately his grandaughter had this stomach flu that's been going around. So on Sunday as Kylee made her Valentines, she brought one over to my mom and said, "This one's for Emme (the grandaughter who was sick). It says, 'Emme, I'm so glad you don't have diarrhea anymore."
Yep. Didn't fall far at all.
