Dear Miya,
Similar to the discussion we had about how when things go missing it doesn't mean Mommy ate it*, when you smell something foul it doesn't mean Daddy pooped. As funny as your accusations are, I can promise you that Daddy didn't poop in the car, or on the sidewalk, or at the park.
Love,
Mommy
* with the exception of your missing Easter bunny chocolate lollipop, I did eat that.
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