So Carebear and Mickey had a really funny conversation the morning of her birthday that I wanted to post about, but with what happened with Mo later that day, I didn’t think about it again until now.
Our bedroom is HUGE and it’s set up in such a way that part of it is basically another living room… we have tv/vcr, loveseat, and sofa chair in there. It’s pretty convenient in the a.m. when I need a few more minutes of sleep because I can just turn on PBS or the Disney Channel and the girls will hang out until it’s 8 a.m. and I’m willing to roll out of bed.
On Sunday morning, we had turned the t.v. on for the girls and Josh and I were still semi-sleeping. This is the conversation we heard between the girls (background info: Mickey is potty-training, wears panties during the day, but pull-ups at night):
Carebear: Mommy, I smell a poo poo diaper!
Mickey: It’s NOT a diaper! It’s a PULL-UP!!!!
Carebear: Okay, I smell a poo-poo PULL-UP!!!
Mickey: It’s not poo-poo, it’s PEE-PEE!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! (This is the part where Mickey probably threw something at Carebear, I just can’t confirm or deny because I wasn’t actually watching.)
It was so funny, Josh and I had to stifle our giggles. They argue like this all the time about a multitude of subjects, but it was the pure 2-year-old indignation that really cracked us up. The nerve of accusing her of wearing a DIAPER. Indeed. 😉