For many toddlers, namely my own, creativity and imagination begin to bloom. Good thing? In some cases... yes. In others... not so much.
Me: "Garner, did you poop?"
G: "No."
Me: "Are you sure?"
G: "NO."
Me: "No, you aren't sure? Or, no, you didn't poop?"
G: mischievous grin...
Me: "Did you poop?"
G: "No.... DADDY."
Me: "Daddy pooped?"
G: BIG grin
Please note: Daddy is at work... 40 miles away. Either Garner and Daddy have some sort of weird bathroom ESP, or G is fudging the truth a bit. (Ha! Yes, I did just say "fudging" in a poop story!)
One hour later....
*sound of refrigerator water dispenser running... sound of water hitting the floor*
Me: entering kitchen... "Garner, did you make a mess?"
G: "Nooooooooooooooooooo."
Me: "How'd all this water get in the floor?"
G: pauses to think... "(F)ISH!" (the "f" is silent)
Me: "Fish?? In the kitchen?"
G: "Ish! Water!"... pointing at puddle.
Elusive messy kitchen fish? Mommy thinks probably not...
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