Miles was recently complaining about how stinky Henry's poop is (it's really not that bad). Betty told Miles that all babies poop and he said, "When I was a baby I MAY have tooted. Once."
Penelope's latest phrase is, "I don't love it!" Instead of saying she doesn't like something, it's, "I don't love this outfit Mom." I do prefer this to saying she doesn't like everything.
Penelope cracks me up with how she phrases lots of things - she says things like, "This is yummy in my tum, tum, tummy!" or "Mom, Miles scribble scrabbled on my paper!" The other day she was eating strawberries and I guess she got seeds in her teeth - she said, "These seeds are no good for me Mom."
Miles was putting some clothes away that I had folded and he took a pile of Matt's shirts. He sniffed them for some reason and said, "Eww! These smell like dad's armpit hair!" Which, they didn't, for the record.
Penelope wanted me to take a bite of the cheese that she was snacking on - I don't like eating just plain cheese so I said no thank you. She kept insisting that I eat it and said, "But mom, it will make you happy!"
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