Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watcing you. --Robert Fulghum
A person's a person, no matter how small. --Dr. Seuss

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Ainsley Knows, I mean Nose

The whole litter climbed into our bed last night while we were reading a book. Anders fell asleep hard and the girls started to drift when Ainsley said, Mommy, Buddy smells like cheese. Does he have a poopy?

Mom: No... shhh... You smell like flowers, though. :)
Ainsley: Yeah, I smell like Roses.
Sister smells like, umm a Dandelion.
Mom: Ahh, that is sweet.
Ainsley: You smell like, umm, umm, umm.... a Sunflower!
Mom: Thanks sweetie.
Ainsley: Buddy smells like a Rat.

We all couldn't stop giggling at that point and they had to go into their own beds before they woke up our little rodent.

For the record, Anders does not smell like cheese or a rat. More like a little sweat head, mixed with dirt and sweet babys's breath.

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