The following conversation took place at the dinner table over chicken sandwiches last night:
Sayde: "Mom, when the doctor made the cut to take Ella out, did it go all the way around your back?"
Me: "No baby, it was just a small cut on my tummy, remember?"
Connor: "Yeah, I came out of your cut too. Right, Mom? Because I needed help to get out"
Me: "That's right."
Connor, continuing: "Yeah, because I was a big giant baby. But not Sayde, she was a little tiny baby. She climbed out all by herself. She was little. Like a poop. Mom, did you poop Sayde out?"
Sayde, crying: "CONNOR! I'm not a poop. Mom, did you poop me?"
Me: cleaning up my dinner plate and walking away.
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PS The hook was a birthday present to Connor, obviously.
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that's awesome!!!
but seriously...did you?
No, my dear..I only call you a little shit when you can't hear me. hehehe
It felt like I pooped both of my kids out since the pain meds weren't working. Luckily, I didn't, although they are little shits sometimes.
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