Out of the Mouth of Babes #612

When Handsome put Darling Daughter down for her nap this afternoon, he was irritated by the menagerie in DD's bed.

"You don't need all this crap in your bed. You don't have enough room to sleep!"

Handsome then proceeded to exterminate the 735 stuffed animals (Thanks, Mom) from her bed and told DD that she could only have 4 stuffed animals in there at one time.

As I went to put DD down for bed tonight, I call out for Handsome and he enters DD's room.

"Looks like your rule didn't stick, Daddy" as we surveyed the 735 stuffed animals back on the bed.

DD turns to us as serious as a heart attack and says, "I like the crap in my bed"

Then we had the "Good Words/Bad Words" talk (again) and Daddy apologized for using a bad word.

Just as an FYI, the 3 year old mind is a living, growing sponge. Everything you say/do can and will come back to bite you in the ass, I mean cheeks.

Sigh...