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The other night I walked into Cheeks bedroom to kiss him goodnight.
There he is all snuggled under the sheets with 20 Matchbox cars.
I look two feet to his right & see his hamper.
What is in front of his hamper?
His clothes…guess it’s too much energy to put the clothes in the hamper.
So I said “Cheeks, you have to put your clothes in the hamper. I’ll do it for you now though”
As I am picking up said clothing he says:
“Mom, you see that underwear?”
“Do NOT smell it”
Now this is where I knew the conversation was going to take a turn for the worse.
“You see that brown spot…do NOT smell it, it smells like poop!”
“And Cheeks do you know what it smells like poop?”
“Because it’s poop”
“Oh, well the other side smells ok”
With that I left the room, uttering the following:
“Do NOT sniff your underwear”