I just have to write about a little something Kyndall just said to me before I forget. I've been sick as a dog the past few days, and since I'm so tired of continuously using Kleenex or T/P to blow my nose on, I've taken up using burp cloths or baby washcloths to blow my nose on. For one, they seem to be everywhere...for 2, they are pretty soft. So, Kyndall just caught me using a baby washcloth and this was the following convo:
Kyndall: What are you doing?
Me: Blowing my nose.
Kyndall: You used my babydolls washcloth.
Me: Yes, I did.
Kyndall: That's not nice.
Me: You're right. It's not. I'm sorry. I won't do it again, and I will wash it for you.
Kyndall: Ok.
Then runs off...seriously. Where does a 2 1/2 year old get this thinking from?
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