To set the scene, I am in the kitchen. Sprinkles has stumbled on a toy in the other room and done something unimaginably terrible and imaginary to her toe. She is also crying hysterically. Seriously, this girl has a future on the stage... or as a trophy wife. She can drop tears like a tree drops leaves in the fall.
Sass: "I'll help her Mommy!" *he leaps up and scampers out of the kitchen*
Me: "That would be nice, sweetie." *Can't you hear the concern for my injured and overly-dramatic child?*
- overheard from the other room-
Sass: "Did you hurt your foot?"
Sprinks: "Uh huh." *her answer to everything these days*
Sass: "You want me to kiss it?"
Sprinks: "Uh huh." *sniffle*
-the sound of velcro ripping as he peels off her sandal-
Sass: "Ug, no! Stinky foot! Mooooom! Her feet smell BAD! I can't kiss dem!"
Sprinks: *high pitched, maniacal giggling*
Welcome to my world, little man....