(Wyatt sniffs swim diaper and gives me a serious look) "It smells yike disgusting."
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Wyatt: "I almost getting bigger... almost. (pause) I not a baby anymore."
Me: "But you'll always be my baby."
Wyatt: (ponders for a moment) "Yeh"
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Wyatt sucks a big drink of lemonade up the straw then says... "This is some good stuff!"
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I was singing Baby Don't You Cry to him (same as every other night for the last 2+ years) and he let out a big ol' toot right as I got to the part where I'd sing "Gonna be made with butterscotch love" so instead I sang "Gonna be made with... toots." and of course, he thought that was funny.
But then I added "If you keep going, instead of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", I'll have to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Fart"
Oh man, did he think that was funny. He kept giggling and giggling, and every time he stopped, he'd start back up. Of course I was dying laughing just listening to him.
Crystal
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