At lunch, out of the blue...
"I don't like to smell my foot."
After nap, I told her to stop picking her nose:
"I like to pick my nose. It's fun!"
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At least she didn't say, "I like to eat my boogers." Hee, hee...
Don't even get me started on what Olivia is doing with her nose these days. She is at least starting to catch herself and say, "I stopped picking my nose, Mama."
The other morning she and I were battling it out over everything - getting dressed, picking up toys, etc. I finally yelled, "It is time to get dressed NOW!" To which she replied, "You are a fussy mommy today, Mama."
How true. And don't forget it.
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