On Saturday (which is two days before Lallie's actual birthday but the day of her party), she came running out of her room, crying to Granny:
"Granny, I'm not 5, my legs are still four year old long."
During bath time, I almost always tell Lallie to make sure she washes all her body parts, including her "hoo-hoo." The other night, I accidentally used the word "vagina" to which she responded:
"Mommy, is va-gi-na (real slow) Spanish for hoo-hoo?"
The dog on the other hand....oh the dog. I think we figured out why he was feeling so sluggish and acting so weird because he seems perfectly normal and frisky now. When Lallie takes off her PJ's in the morning, she likes to kick her pants and undies as high in the air. It's a game for her. I always pick up her PJ's and put them in the laundry. I guess I forgot one morning or her undies fell out of the little pile I was carrying. Never noticed a thing....until....
....the dog pooped out that pair of undies. And to add to the issue, there was a sock in there too! He's been known to eat socks before, but undies? Really?
Happy Tuesday Y'all!